For Accolon, Or Arthur…but mainly for John

by lovemagic

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-12-26 12:50:00

I awoke this morning
still slightly drunk
A laugh of last nights
funniment gurgling

I stretched and yawned
turned over and
held my own hand
My arms wrapped around me

I felt loved.

You once said to me
as we went walking
“not having love
is the biggest sin of all”
quick to retort
to cover up how I was feeling
when you said that
“NO” I said
“not knowing yourself
is the biggest sin”

I lied, John
you are right
I know myself…dammit
too well
And I am aching, aching, aching
full of love
to the brim……but craving
strong arms of love
to enfold me
and thus for me to enfold
in turn.

OOH my sweet, sweet
magic man
As we gaze upon our moon
and wish the same thing
to BE together
tears form in my eyes
for I know HOW much
we bloody LOVE each other
John, I felt your
angel wings
when I eased the tension
from your back
they are beautiful

If it were not for the time
we chose to be born in
The family we chose to rear
us….the magic bloodline
that pulses within

We cannot be
and that is bittersweet
for, my love
it is just us two
of the scared blood

John, If I had one wish
It would be
to walk in the forest
with you
and just be.

I love you
so very much
my magic man
that I can’t touch.

Morgaine xxxxxxx


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