The Height of Love

Am I leashed to you by mere impulse,

Like a dragonfly to the air?

Am I spirited or stifled?

Is this the life I choose

To be stupified and claimed?

For you were high on your pedestal

When I looked down on you.

It was not as if you were

Draped in fig leaves,

Or cotton or Terylene.

You were Stoney nude,

And I on a balcony.

You so statuesque

And Me full of whimsy,

And Jack Daniels.

C 2019 Christopher Thompson

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Speed poem

Starts 10.11pm GMT

Finished 10.39pm GMT

30/01/19 Cannock England.

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