THAT PLACE:

That place-

 We’re entered & planted, by love & fire´s hot reddened flame,

Formed in heart, limbs, organs, a face & we are given a name,

Where men once trod & softly dared to writhe, moan & groan,

From where all babes passed, but now have long gone & flown,

That place.

That place-

Of cushioned velvets in rose-madder pinks & deep silken plums,

Nectar, saline spume of ancient moonbeams & red seeping suns,

For our daughters & sons, tight frightening portals of their birth,

Entry into life & the long journey, taking them to worldly earth,

That place.

That place-

Where those sanguined gypsies & those behind the hidden veils,

Are proved upon virgin handkerchief, to all those doubting males,

The honour or the shame, of the abashed & newly wedded maid,

Shamefully, her coy innocence & dignity, to entire world displayed,

That place.

That place-

Dark, & fragrantly perfumed, where all life´s secrets gather deep,

The eternal garden, where if used & abused, the sad flower weeps,

But, in youth & with loving permission, joy in love is freely given,

In tranquility, it´s now at long awaited peace & appropriately shriven,

That place.