Sweetness: peeling back my lids
A dawning, a softness on my skin
Fresh linen, peonies and sugared plums
Dancing: now all walking feels like dance
Talking, huddled pondside in the park
Easy, peonies and sugared plums
My friends and your friends
And stumbling love letters
Rain showers and plucked flowers
And sweet sugared plums
I know what they know now
When they talk of knowing
I'm heady, unsteady
And easily won
You have a kind voice
And tall sloping shoulders
You bring me pink peonies
And sweet sugared plums
In summer, the river fallen low
Birdsong, the spires set aglow
A falseness, the Thames never so clean
Memories: fallen out of time
Easy to think that they aren't mine
And easier to live inside as waking dreams
I stargaze and think the stars are men
Send heavenward to be born again
Then shudder and shutter the window tight
Sweet plums and peonies
And easy-spoke wishes
Skylarks and green parks
And swiftly-stole kisses
Reckless and feckless
And heedless and young
Laughing with delight
At the sweetness of plums