Glastonbury

A hand is watched by eye,
turning over in crystallised light.
Flung skyward in expressive delight,
then groped
with passionate force.

Feet follow each other,
through this plenitude of grasses.
Hill climbed,
breath shortened,
eye to eye we shall not meet.

Yet hip to hip we fall back ward
Into a sepia past.
Limbs of entanglement
remembering
this cavernous depth
you never fell into before.

A canopy of laced green
limits the vista.
Dawn cannot break,
our tussle holds it back.
Dispassionately now
here on this precipice,
as I watch you from the bottom;
you fail to see with eyes
which still cannot help
but adore the empty air.

This air cools the skin
and the mind,
as the grass tickles the spine
Flung back in redemptive pleasure
emotions sweep up and over,
as bodies expire within each other.
All this is past,
all is gone,
crushed to dirt and indescribable things.