Submissions by mchapman (Mary Chapman)

These are the hours of beauty, days hovering
Floating suspended in the twilight of new Spring
A tiny moment, life-breath caught in the throat
Of time between fickle frosts of Winter and
An endless, expandable French Summer promising
The future in freedom.

Deep sky of plunging blue enticing watering mouth
To drink of this and the blinding white-yellow sun
Glinting in lovely deceptive coolness from
Bold Georgian stone in Euston Square, where
Our tangled haze of smoke and silly laughter gives
Accidental happiness in friendship and substance abuse....

They fall to earth on a fantasy of certain chemical boldness
The taste of lips wet with vodka and surprise
And those soft white hips curving with the gravity of
Fairy footsteps as she steps on guitar strings of sound
Pleasure gratified in the dirt under his nails
Her body full of inexplicable newness she could
Almost be a child and this is not the first praying
That it will not be the last time she glides over his
Dark eyes hot and deep peeling off layers of soul
Stripped to burning muscles burning flesh burning heart
It has been so long and it will be...