wear those flowing
gypsy clothes for me
the skittered skirts
the beaded bells and
bangles jangling
come and hunt
for wild raspberries’
red embers
underneath
the dying leaves
risk the nettle-sting
wear all
the Romany colours
the fading blood-clouds
of crimson
the leaf-fall gold
take
the sweet-as-kisses
savagery
upon your tongue
make me turn
my face rainwards
as you lick the juice
from the corner
of my chin
and then
da capo
in your nomad robes
tick my skin with
the tip-tappitty-tip of
your tambourine fingers
till I tintinabulate
and twirl
around
and around…















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