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Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why


It's been a long, looooooooooonnnnng day, and I am very tired, so I shall offer you this photo of the corner of this sandstone building here in Hobart town. In apology for the lack of (vaguely) amusing banter, here is a poem of mine, which dates somewhere in the vicinity of 1998.

Audrey is a Bed

Enamoured,
Audrey waits.
A serene scene;
lush with stylish strokes of elegance.


And I won't be able to sleep
with you
waiting stoically
on my mind.
Comfortably naked
shapeless
yet with perfect shape.


This is what I want
Unquestionable assurance:
refuge-
sanctity in your sanctuary.
And hold me now,
come to me
and I ache


Wrapped in gentle arms,
the darkness bright,
I hope to slide inside you
down deeper
and deeper
Tonight


And perhaps I can
spend forever here
with you.

Comments

Marcel said…
Hi Kris, thanks for your comment on the door. Now I started a photo blog about my town I suddenly see interesting everywhere and I noticed that no door is the same.. I took loads of them to add when I an not inspired for a certain pricture. So if you wife likes pictures of doors tell her to keep track of my blog :)
Cheers from Marcel
USelaine said…
I've felt that way about my bed too, without the innuendo, but still...
Jules said…
Love the poem!!! We have a new pup at the moment and I had flashes of memories of the first days with a new baby!!!! I remember now!!!!

The first night when she woke every 4 hrs I needed Audrey very much!! Last night was good - she slept thru - relief!!!!
Ken Mac said…
i love the angle, and the poem only adds to the mood. Excellent!
A beautiful poem, Kriss!!
Kris McCracken said…
Marcel, I shall do. Doors are very beguiling!

USelaine, innuendo? I know not of what you speak... ;)

Jules, I am glad that you remember, many don’t! Sleeping through on night two? That’s very much a win.

Ken, I have a tendency to overdo this angle, but I try not to burden the Internet with my fixation.

Blognote, it is one of the ones I am less embarrassed to post.

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