Sun, red like burning copper rises
behind the black sword-leaf eucalyptus.
All too soon he is white
up above a pink haze.
Piercing a veil of sleepy consciousness
he paints a huge warm stripe across the table
and covers me.
He grazes my shoulder,
kisses a cheek
holds my hand
combs my hair
as I stay very still,
absorbing his heat.
My face turns
to watch him with closed eyelids
and my soul hums with his longed for touches …
What will you do today he asks.
I will love you just as I loved you yesterday and the day before that.
But I won’t stay he whispers.
I know. But I will love you still because I don’t know how to stop.
In a flurry of black and white wings
magpies chatter and drown his reply.
But I think he said
This love will kill you.
Shall I abandon you then?
Would you prefer my indifference?
Would I shine by my absence?
But he doesn’t answer.
He finds a cloud and disappears.
unbuttoned or undone 
If its possible to say such a thing, and I’m not sure it is, I think this might be your best poem yet, my friend. Stunning.
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Thank you John. Sometimes I hit the right note I guess.:-) I tweak and spit-shine until I can’t do anymore, but I seldom know if I nailed it, so when you say “stunning” I just grin like a fool.
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It seems that your metaphorical spring sun is as distant as his winter counterpart.
Strange how he seeks the cloud only when you question him.
Brilliance, enigmatic and magical.
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My brilliant sun is enigmatic and magical, it is true. And it seems I do not ask the right questions… Or could his answers burn a hole in my heart?
Stay tuned…
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Wonderfully written, Emm. A wonderful despription of a springtime sun.
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Thank you Paul. It is Spring! Flowers everywhere and mosquitoes are coming back, to the joy of birds and croaking frogs!
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You must live in another world, Emm. Here is snow every morning, 25-40deg, north wind. Flowers are confused, coming up through the snow and robins are frustrated that the ground is frozen and they can’t fine any worms. Maybe June…!!!!!
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I love this poem.
Very beautiful
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I am glad you like it Noel.
Sometimes mornings are more than just the beginning of another day.
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Magnificent. Truly.
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Thank you Sir. Truly.
Smiles and smiles.
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You have actually succeeded in transferring the tactility of this sensory event to this reader’s face. A phenomenal poetic accomplishment. Thank you.
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Wow! It’s practically braille, then yes?
Thank you Mike for your lavish praises. I’m smiling really wide now.
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Am I imagining things? I think I remember when “unbuttoned” was a WordPress site, but now it seems to be independent, running WordPress software. Did you make a change?
rjb
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No, I haven’t changed a thing. Have I been hijacked? 😉
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No. Come to think of it, the link in my bookmarks hasn’t changed, so how could your site have changed? I’ll blame it on the fact that I’m breaking in a new operating system.-)
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Good. … Although, some strange things are happening on WP, like unwanted add-ons that are hard to remove. And some blogs I follow no longer show up on my reader. Grrrr.
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