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i.m. rhys
were there blessings enough in your life?
your raspy-skinned hands,
lips needing balm,
right at my feet, you,
arriving via a wave and a surfboard
remember those double thicks at Tiny’s,
the helter skelter – for nothing,
you said...skipping your finals,
swapping a degree for a walk with me
music notes drawn with a stick in the sand,
the phosphorescence,
can of beans and the firelight
molecules astral-travelling…
that empty swimming pool,
our very own tree
where you serenaded me with your flute,
the kitchen back step and the quad
the windowsill with the cat,
thumbing a ride on a lorry,
the pyramid of logs on the back,
one etched with our names
and your letters, poetic, elliptical...
describing how love travels, like light,
emitting radiance always
