slow blues

Slow blues
Come over and cover me slow
The loving hands of a lover
Eyes closed mouth open
These distant echos between us
Like thunder rolling gently
Over the hills at night
Like your hands on my skin
When you think I am asleep
As I pretend to not know you are there

Pull me down in the eventide
Gloaming growing and looming low
A breath of day held in inhaled and held
A sweet steeped tea left out to ripen
I see the leaves left me my choices
But I’ll have none of that now
As I can buy inch by inch each moment
On slope of your vale, valley and fold
Each cloistered corner I turn to find shrine crèche shine
Like little lanterns hung on lines with lights
The spell of a candle
The smell of your tallow
The taste of your wick

Eyes behind the lives
We reflect like curving mirrors
Cruet of vinegar filigree of silver
Silent sheets sheer in nightlight slivers
Our references refracted as a silk water skin
Our wrinkly ripples lap our shores
Skinny dipping in open air
This light is enough to see our love
We liken to the opening of the moon
Baises foid comme la lune

What country is it
That has your hands acrost?
Where spring is an all evening event
We cling together in the morning frost