On keeping things interesting…

…let no word unbolt this entanglement divine
no form define and cast our affair,
where hands have touched, they shall be unaccustomed
a constant beginning, unseasoned, unlaced
details reborn in each embrace.

let our canvas want never for fresh oil to paint,
each breath a dry brush on yesterday’s masterpiece
every ill-suited colour tomorrow’s inspiration
layer on layer,
moment on moment
here in your arms, never tired of revision.

should but our hearts beat with predicted accord
and our covenant entwined become dusty and framed,
hung on the wall,
familiar and fated
and the warmth of your cheek on my cheek like the sun
answers day after day without blessing or fame –

just whisper, my love, bring your arm over mine
caress with a cadence exotic and fresh
and like the zoom of a lens, a flood at the weir,
both shall we quicken, converge and re-bond
and, our intentions designed,
we refine our endeavour
for the here and the now and the there and beyond…