Richmond

Wild peaceful, days where the slightest wind
Soars perfumed with your traces…
I am in a heaven of One
Unable to talk, not to talk.

– Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)

             ….

Come sit with me

Amongst the tall grass

Lie on your back

And watch the clouds

Sailing across the Richmond skies

I hear your heart beating

The slow languid thrum

That calms me,

reassures me

   secures me

     throughout the years

            and all my bad times.

I love you

Without the words

Just moments like this one.

                 …

“In my fantasies,”

You said deeply,

“I have always known it would be

Like this.”

Come lay down with me.

Richmond Park, London