You were high Summer,
the scent of orchards
on my breeze, the wine
that i felt drunk on,
the warmth of your sun
a blessing to me;

your kiss was honey,
your caress so soft
and yet confident,
keen to understand
and be understood:
you were strong, were You
in knowing yourself;

you pronounced my name:
i heard nature's sigh,
the cosmos singing;

your laugh was music
to my ears, composed
by archangels, quite
in their element,
your breath on my neck
in the still moonlight
as we talked and fucked
in Savernake that
one wonderful night
a true lullaby,
a molten blessing
to meet in our dreams
and let hours take flight,
to last forever
and a day, amen;

intelligent, too:
keen, sharp of focus
and knowledgeable,
you could hold your own
in any debate
and i loved that strength;

such stories you told,
old narratives drawn
from other cultures,
your lyrical gift
as weaver of words
and folktale teller
just one amongst your
ways of winning me,
hook, line and sinker;

the sound of your voice
flowed like a river
into which i felt
i could float and bathe
and refresh myself
whenever i sensed
life getting me down
and i miss you still,
after all these years
I miss you so much...

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