Tony Jolley

Rookie (17th June 1958 / England)

Settled - Poem by Tony Jolley

The seat was a settle:
Lighthouse Lime and Puce –
More modern art than padded pew.

That strange ‘flat’ at the back of my skull
Fitted flush to the headrest:
Familiar;
And, eyes shut,
This time-transporting seat
Brought me hard up against
The rough stone bar-wall at Bledington
And soft up against you:
Temple-to-temple;
Thigh-to-thigh;
Touching your dreams
Tasting your desires
Sharing soul and spirit:

Settled.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 30, 2005



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