Comments about David Turnbull
Indeed We Were One And Now Are Strangely Not
Indeed we were one and now are strangely not
The love is ever hot and all in wide eyes begot
Your supine spine thrills even yet to my rude touch
You are now another’s. Surprisingly, it hurts so much.
Holding you I must hear deep unwanted words
Seeing it all before you, in cards of cruel swords
Mourning, dreams, it is true, I grieve and howl
But beg, I’ll not, for your sweet glorious bowl.
Our togetherness, soft cocoon, only us, all forever lost,
Formal ties are un-declared. Dour thoughts embossed.
Suddenly sharp the time for final goodbye is upon ...