Are they hazel or amber those eyes?

Scanning the old masters in the gallery

Dipping her head with that radiant smile

That lights my insides like a christmas tree.

Laughter trickles as we peer at brushstrokes and details

and discuss like critics what we like and what we dont

I overdosed on Cherubs

and diamorphic veils were sparse

But you took me back to Medieval art

and we stood entranced by fine detail on wood

carried in your postcards home.

My fragrant rose she blooms

over dinner conversations

and we plot rooms in realisations

of the disppearing time.

So much Rembrant Renoir , Monet

and Vangogh to go and see

Oh than carravagio just for me

We skipped caneletto

but saw De vinci

and that was good enough for me

Do you remember in the quiet half light

when we had the cartoon to ourself

I nearly Kissed you

but I stopped myself

But I felt so alive

Felt so alive

for the moments of today.

Winter blew her cold wind soft

Catching your henna'd Highlights

in the winters pale light

but we held hands like springtime

in the portraits of the tudors

and I basked just one more time

in the beauty and the sunlight of that smile

How you light your face

and send my heart a race

to the farewells at Waterloo sunset

Like brief encounter

But I wont forget

I wont regret

The precious seconds

I get

In the summer of your smile.

 

11/2/2004

 

published By anchor Books in the East Midlands anthology