SALISBURY JUNCTIONS POEM 15

All too brief the morning, we hit the Summer's heat in full.

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“Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.” Lucretius

Towards Us

Lean towards me and I will whisper gently,

In your ear a thousand ecstasies in one breath,

I will brush my hand on your arm in deep caress,

Lean towards me and I will lean towards you.

Perhaps it is the wind rustling through the trees,

Or perhaps it is the timid beating of my heart,

The sky above us knows but no one else,

Clasp me to you and do not let go.

The sky leans towards us and smiles,

Its placid blue surrounding us today,

So kiss me sweet and hold me for a while,

To let me know that we will never part.

Lean towards me and I will whisper,

The thoughts I cannot say out loud,

Hold those in your heart tenderly,

While we are hidden from the crowd.

“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.” Virginia Woolf