‘Dawn Of your hand I could say this
a bird poised mid-air in flight
as delicate and smooth.
Of your mouth
a foxglove in its taking
without edges or hurt.
This of your ear
a tiny sea-horse, immortal
sporting in white waves
and of your eye
a place where no one could hide
nothing lurk.
Of your cupped flesh
smooth in my palm
an agate on the sea-shore.
Of your back and belly
that they command kisses.
And of your feet I would say
they are inquisitive and gay
as squirrels or birds
and so return to your hand
and begin my voyage
around your loveliness
again and yet again
as in my arms you lie sleeping.’
- Jeni Couzyn
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Now why didn’t I say that??
Good Luck in your new home, what happiness you’ll share there!
love to all
Louise