The first of these poems is "after" Dónall Dempsey's funny (and risqué) poem about our sudden falling in love in Stratford-upon-Avon on a hot July day in 2008 ...
WELL MET BY SUNLIGHT
it’s so hard to hide a warm heart in a kilt.
it lay naked, unprotected,
An unexpected gift
For a woman to discover.
Heat shimmered on the street
And before the next day dawned
Ice that locked my heart was gone;
A kestrel soared above the summer trees.
It’s so hard to find a loving heart
So hard to find a lover
Whose heart will lend its heat
Till your own heart beats in time
With the rhythm of the love
That the two of you discover.
IN DARK NIGHT
When my eyes open
on empty night time darkness
my skin recalls you.
Happiness is a day in comfortable shoes;
happiness is when you forget the time
when you’re drawing and forget to eat
when you’re busy; happiness is
when you grow your fingernails long and strong;
happiness is a head-massage after a long day;
it's a long clear road and a humming engine;
it's the wind in your hair on a wide sandy beach
and the gulls wheeling and crying over the cliffs;
a day in bed with a lover
when you’re in perfect health;
happiness is what you feel
when you finish a poem and read it
to someone who understands it;
Happiness is your lover’s leg thrown over yours
and his hand warm on your breast;
it's looking in a mirror without wincing;
happiness is not minding another birthday.
Happiness is knowing
that you're needed by someone you love.
KISS AND TELL
I want to sing my love to you in villanelle,
in sonnets, lyrics and in epigrams;
in loving rhymes I want to kiss and tell
the cynic world I'll always love you well;
my heart lies at your mercy, in your hands,
singing love to you in villanelle.
I taste and love your skin's sweet caramel,
your eyes like pools from cool erotic lands
in loving rhymes I've tried to kiss and tell
how instantly I looked and loved and fell
and now each day I search for more iambs
to sing my love to you in villanelle.
Every day I’m on a carousel
of kisses, laughter, love that scans
in loving rhymes - I want to kiss and tell
the loveless world, to chime it like a bell;
I wish I were a poet, but here I am
in loving rhymes trying to kiss and tell
and sing my love to you, in villanelle.
8th June 2016