Scene
Early days of summer, sharp and bright
and sudden. I am startled by his skin:
sandalled foot and slender ankle. In
the flesh, too real. Sun-stroked in the light,
caressed... my mind is softening the blow,
smoothing the lines, stroking, making folds
from edges, turning inward. Memory holds
two versions of the picture; this I know:
both are right.
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and sudden. I am startled by his skin:
sandalled foot and slender ankle. In
the flesh, too real. Sun-stroked in the light,
caressed... my mind is softening the blow,
smoothing the lines, stroking, making folds
from edges, turning inward. Memory holds
two versions of the picture; this I know:
both are right.
(for SR)
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I will reply but I don't want to pre-empt other people's responses, IYSWIM, so I will wait a bit (and try to tidy up the bad scansion!).
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Nor do I have a problem with people crying in public, though.
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