Thursday, 12 January 2012


If simple were to everything
The colour of desire
Would we desire it?

As fervour captures monotone
As air enhances fire
As simple as a bee in Spring
Locating might with will
And to inspire it?

Withholding touch and gentle hum
Let simple just be still.
When simple blocks the doorway
It mistakes my attitude
Cannot admire it?

No gap, no seem to separate
The naked from the nude.
Will simple ever dominate
My journey and my step?
I won't retire it!

Then walk beside me
Thigh upon thigh
The balance of my step..

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