Inbetween

Lazy curls of cigarette smoke in conversation with pensive rainclouds.
I am here, unblinking, still, like this cool stone patio. My hair flowing orchid shiver silently in the wind; your windblown curling of the lips warming my center through archways of time.
(My heart splits into dustswirls in that light)

Look back.
Your sudden turning of the head
An act of eternity
The ends of your hair, flung out, measuring
The circumference of time and space

In here now
It all begins to crystallise
Leaving trails of desire
And fancy
Between clouds

* * *

I awake
To the deathly silence
Of blackbirds
On a raingrey sky

I watch
Listening to every colour, and the wind's cool caress between my fingers
I watch
The seacrows, black paintstabs on the pale blue seamist, and the dance of the black searocks with their moss green veils that hide cool jewels in their folds.
Till
Rain casts its net curtain over my eyes and the last grain of light disappears into the funnel of evening's purple.

Now
I am ready
To drink your silver wine.