Indian Summer

Like a deep blue wave
Of passion
You shore into the room
Where I sit waiting quietly,

We have moved through days,
Loss, pain
To hold this moment,
This picture postcard seascape
Of gentle harbouring.

You say
‘I knew you were here
I could smell you’
And effortlessly I sway
To seal my fate.

You taste of ocean,
Avenues of grassy dunes,
Like a magician
You pluck a tiny pebble
From my hair-

Ancient survivor, sun-kissed
On this summer afternoon,
I step out of my dress
Into your dream.

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Indian Summer