Leave the door open
for me to take what I like
okay
like a poem
and I'll not frame you
as the final scene
feel free to whisper my name
anytime
hold back the winds
let's keep this valley, its sirens, quiet
for after all we know well enough 
it's a storm in a teacup
sugar?
Thankyou kindly you wait so long
I know you have so much for me
for you I have a whole world 
under my ephemeral eye 
focussing on trust and hope
all is well in my report
the prospect is good
sweet and good
let that be my final word

intimate tryst and profound
none ever betray
clear as mist and falling down
dusk to round a day