(A lone voice whispers)
From Heavens thunderbolt
Igniting my eyes alight
Like the burning nebulous envelope
Around the nucleus of Halley's Comet
That night
In 85
When I finally came alive
And opened my eyes
Thinking
What strange powers unseen
Did the Olde Gods use to create her
To walk
Unashamed
In the midst of mortal man
With a sweet volcano
Of such raging seductive fire
That never tires
Elevated to new heights of sensuality by a delicate touch of divinity
Which exists within all her fingertips
With such power
With a softness to beguile
If you allow her
To touch you
With such supernatural style
I still remember her alluring eyes of honeydew
So deep
Spelunker's would weep
Skin and lips
So soft
Descartes
Would confuse
Science with maths
Towpaths and footpaths
Must have filled Heavens chorus lines
With angels to watch
When his new creation stepped out of the endless evolutionary lines
And into the presence of The Great Divine
My tears still fall like black rocks into a bottomless lake
Leaving me stagnant
In it's grey wake
When I look back
And reminisce
About our last kiss
For my Queen
Lucy Mountbatten
Still lives within me
With profound passion
For even though she was took out by the assassin
Sent by King Samhain
Our sweet love will never go out of fashion
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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