Love Poem

I lie shipwrecked on your body
Your liquid limbs enfolding me.

The touch of your electric hair
And your incandescent skin
Ignited me like a shooting star.

I still remember how your hand trembled
As you undid the buttons of your blouse.

I am like a butterfly
If you catch me then I die
So don’t try
To possess me.

Dunedin, NZ – October, 1971

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