Valentine

Our Love

Not for nothing
did the love that we have known
last all these years.
It is no small thing -
though we be small -
the force that flashed between us
and went on.

Unattenuated by the law
of the inverse square
which gutters light
and is the quenching maw
of the magnetic spectrum,
our little fondnesses
which modulate love's carrier wave
are taken in an instant,
with no reference to velocity,
outwards in quantum leaps
to the very rim of time.

Any lovers anywhere
could tap and live our love
with just a prayer,
a suitable antenna,
and perhaps a flair
for frequency.

No!
It is no small thing,
our love,
our spiralling,
eternal
love.

Joining

We loved, with our bodies,
For the last time,
Climaxed together,

Lay silently clasped
Within, around each other,
Letting the weld cure.

The new emergent pulse
Was the algebraic sum
Of our two heartbeats,

The slower wave,
Our alpha rhythms
Heterodyning.

We were an engine
Of latent growth,
Of humming potential,

A chrysalis, quiescent,
Waiting the last catalyst
To unfurl the bright wings.

To A Married Lady

When we made love illicitly last night
Enclosed within the enclave of my dream,
Perforce I used imagination's flight
To raise those secret parts I have not seen.

But when the wine of fantasy is quaffed,
The real that I remember is, you laughed.

Lover's Moon

I thought that, when at last
men walked upon the moon
and radiated back
the arid data stream,
poetic lovers everywhere
would lose love's potent symbol.

In the event, pragmatic men
looked back across the void
to earth and saw
raw poetry.