On the sodden path
Beneath those old beeches
Burnt yet again to perfection
He slowed
Looked about
Wondered if
In the short distance back to his car
He hadn’t been discretely kissed all over.
Kiss me
The Miracle of This Being Here
The Miracle of This Being Here
On the sodden path
Beneath those old beeches
Burnt yet again to perfection
He slowed
Looked about
Wondered if
In the short distance back to his car
He hadn’t been discretely kissed all over.
Constant Voice 