on a backdrop of green
bleeding through to the fore
and the slightest hint of purple and grey …

an explosion of petals
from an inner source unseen
a scattering, haphazardly tossled
hair hastily tucked back, warm and golden,
defiantly irreverent after
an evening of lovemaking
or
teased by ghosts, luminescent aft
restless sleeping amongst dreams
memories resurfacing, tangling and plunging below
the surface of time into the oceans of the soul
yarn entangled
limbs entwined
the unseen and the unseen
who is who
what which is what
am I you
are you me?
did we live here, or there
where in time are we
what life is this?

how you come up and under is a mystery to me