There are no words, no spoken ones at least
Telepathy hangs, enriches the air
Sends its ghost trails into both
One to one and one to one
The eyes still startle, still are startled
Reveal a thing too precious to betray
Two people bounced against each other
Drunk in the comfort of astonishment
All of us who heard you read this, Adrian, were delighted....it's lovely.
ReplyDeleteYes, quite wonderful, Adrian.
ReplyDeleteADrian:
ReplyDeleteExpected more poems after Venice. Or stories?