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I could have lost myself
in the human comfort
of marketplace, café,
pub and shopping mall,
but on this quiet
and grassy bank,
by the flowing river,
I feel your touch as if
a ghost of you
had crossed the ocean,
crept up behind
and looped her arms
in a heartfelt lei
about my neck.
So please don’t worry
my darling
for I am not alone.
In the contour
of the mountains,
supine and languorous,
amethyst with shadow,
I see your form.
In the graceful bends
of the swans,
riding armchair currents
to their nightly roosts,
I see you walking by.
In the golden green leaves
showering from the willow,
speckling the dimpled water,
your hair surrounds me,
scratching, teasing.
In the late season roses
scraggling the bank,
a gift of perfume,
warm, subtle, sexy,
brings you closer.
So please don’t worry,
my darling,
for I am not alone.
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