Youth Hostelling Poem by Richard George

Youth Hostelling



Glory, emerging
from a pupal cagoule
sister to my calloused Adam:

Man could not conceive
this butterfly-flourish of hair. At The Swan
our smiles intertwine and soar, a mating helix.

Alone in respective
dormitories, we feel each other
tick, two bees in a honeycomb.

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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