Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)
Strange seems it as we recollect
a frame in Time, through rhyme inset
to set the record straight. Regret, -
there’s none to know.
Daring chance-glance to inspect
ringless fingers, form perfect
innate enthusiasm, yet
the need to grow.
Neither immodest nor ‘starlet’,
attractive smile, sweet, yet correct,
vision dreamt on, silk bedecked –
here fast is slow.
Coincidence: profound the debt
admitted here to cause/effect,
holds meaning, so...
A split decision once upset
life course can cause us to connect
to link through karmic interject
Time adds to flow.
A magic touch two pulse-rates set
new racing record as we met
in time-frame no event could let
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