Night On Our Island Poem by Gordon R Menzies

Dogwood leaves beyond the window screen
touch and whisper in the night breeze, while
your thin white fingers move in tandem
over the rough whiskers of my jaw
and the scent of you in the old iron bed
the bed of a hundred dreaming loves
is like wild apple blossom in May, faint
but moving through my summer blood
like the rippling waters beyond the leaves
your kisses trip lightly across my shoulder
and down, red-gold hair trailing behind
Queen's cloak drawn along a garden path, and
lantern cast stars on ceiling and walls
shimmer above our discarded skins
while you shimmer, and the roof is thrown
spinning in a mute nocturnal whirlwind
and you and I are rippling in starlight
and washed in wandering winds, waiting
among red-limbed dogwood and lantern glow
for ourselves to become flesh again