Andrew David Dalby

The Deer
I
The heavy scent of pine, oak, birch and hyssop,
Spins like secret sacred garlands within the breeze;
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Come on! seize that hard fought road!
That steady stained and chiselled path,
Scratched out from our chalk filled thoughts
Which touches on our naked dreams.
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He stares:
Swirling,
Unfurling,
Unleashing,
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This season is full of secret hints: of mustard spiced tints,
Which wrestle between the steps of rusted slow-dancing.
It is a secret, sacred space, where the night fingers of crows,
Stretch out in slowly expanding, ever circling swirling curls;
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The Vamp's song.

Darling, let's detonate and render obsolete this day;
To bring about the triumphant mistress of the night.
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I
Her eyes reflect such subtle beauty,
As in a vast and cloudless star filled sky;
While her luscious hair, weak curled, is rolling
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Entreaties mine
Through faults line dominion
she mocks;
and
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The Deer
I
A heavy musk of pine, oak, birch and hyssop;
Hang like sacred garlands upon the blue breeze.
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She has these lovely butterfly eyes,
that lustre in their sweet fragility.
They look at me, so bold and unafraid;
despite her twenty three years of age,
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As I slowly lift my head to face the sky,
I feel the warmth of the summer rain,
Slowly kiss open my swollen eyes;
And in the midst of their fall,
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I sense her as she gently slips between the sheets;
While I slide along those sacred lines of near sleep,
To then rest within twilight's gossamer tainted dream.
And here I smile, for in her arms, I am so self-defined,
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O secret sacred silver world
you divinely shine here whole
and in this now pure growing light
In the hints of such subtle night
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Twilight is now softly slow breathing:
And In this so near sacred silent place,
Among the now rising budding blossom
Where throbbing, plump anthers unfurl;
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They cut the sky
And slice through
The moist earth
Leaving behind
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Dark light: you crack open like a black flower, to unfurl a burnt smile;
That, in turn, gives an open honest witness to death’s pure perfection.
It is here within this soft entrance, that you are now slowly squeezed:
And together with white penetrating fingers, that have heated blisters,
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To the west, the sky flashes blue bright alive.
As to the east rises a huge golden orb moon,
while all around there is a heavy utter silence.
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On a bed of violet velvet roses you rest
Where threads of soft tension is tested
From a sweet scent that leaves no threat
But slides in fine lines of such intricate design
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Stave the first


You stretch with so much sensual strain,
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We’re planning a revolution from the park:
Where all the children gather and laugh
To then climb on the frames just after dark.
We're planning a revolution from the park:
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Apple

She is the sacred fruit that connects to images of reason,
Yet she also spirals out in waves of sensual temptation;
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