On Meeting the love of my days.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeI have not forgotten the time before us, when my heart ached And I heard the wings of your spirit flapping in my ears. Your precious shadow, like a mirror…There is no escaping the reflection of fate. From a golden river and pillars of Rhubarb we sat on a bench to an audience of angels, who listened to the chatter of our awakening hearts. Nothing moved except the parting of the sky…your hands like leaves too pure for the wind to carry…you touched my leg and my body trembled. Your voice sang like a choir and my pale heart sang with you. I wanted your beauty to fill my days and to gather my days around you. I knew then the days were nothing without you. I kissed your lips and set fire to the air and died in the flame of your wisdom. © 2021 Danny MetcalfeReviews
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Danny MetcalfeUnited KingdomAboutI am a writer, poet and playwright. All works are first drafts. My favorite writers are: Arthur Rimbaud, William S Burroughs, Clarice Lispector, Robert Walser, Julio Cortazar, Mikhail Bulgakov,.. more..Writing
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