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I tip-toe  
Towards the manor
Tress-passing  
Like some windswept herb
The paleness of the dark
Disarming dead of night
To lady-dusk
 
The room-light hoes the lawn
Into some kind of  
Grin
Above the copper earth
Heaving with tiny lives
 
Bandy-legged trees
Strut past
As I walk towards it,
Breathing beast of stone
The windows
Eye me all the way
 
Peering and squinting
Into the library  
I feel like  
Horror in an delicate dress
 
Were that it were raining now
The drops would
Wildly sail on my cheek
Among all the others
 
His older house
Beneath such fabulous stars
It's Eden rising
Unstill
With such succulent fruit
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(c) Dot Allison 2006. All rights reserved.

the gentleman and the girl
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The gentleman and the girl
A wall round a borrowed miracle
A harvest-heavy orchard
A billion miles
From the bitter fat of cities

Reassured by the nursery
Of her fluttering gushes
The fertile glance of youth
Still eyes him
From the mirror

And over tea at The Waldorf
At their usual table
Words come to shape
A solitudinous universe
The form of only two

A two
Made from one and one
Where swans moan
Between their breaths
Some secondary language
Known only to shadows

And white as a buttercup
The pages of her book
Blush more among the still
At the unusual meaning
Read by him

The afternoon yawns
In sultry peace
Playing wife to dusk,
To thrift and dreams..


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