Preen yourself, as you deserve
And your golden skin; stretch you long lush legs.
Exalt your lazy gaze, your eyes like jade
Your eyes that give me day: that cage the sun,
And let him blaze -
Reach out on air, so you can fly
Pinioned with hope and pride, firebird and phoenix, rise:
And, like a brazier, let your great heart shine.
This was a long-distance, midsummer cuddle for a seeming soulmate in Indiana, who gave me moral support at a time in 2007 when (in infinite isolation) I believed I had nobody else. Without good people: how would we survive?
My suggestion last year that she join me here on Red Bubble was a feeble recompense for the favour – yet you can find her here as Danielle J Smith.