Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Magic Touch


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,
discovering interconnect
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
ourselves forget.

Submitted: Thursday, December 07, 2006
Edited: Saturday, December 04, 2010
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