Loving My Southern Belle
All draped in Honeysuckle Rose Red
And the prancing Fairies and Elves
Dancing in their gaiety to the newly-born babes and the ever growing dead.
Her smiling Saragossa Sea eyes and her full red lips
Brimming with harvested love and passion wonderfully ready to seizure
Thankful to circles of stone and pagan rites conducted with wonder
Ceremonial circles 'n' Jesus all peaceful and naked spiritual fervour.
And the rain pitterpatters upon the windows
And the grey n electric flashes come a-storming in
And we travel the wanderlust lightening storm.
I reach up to your dream-filled mind
And you reach into mine
And there in our prisons we bravely inhale
Then more peacefully intertwine
AJ Buttle September 2010
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She loves her Englishman.
Even now, her love carries her across the waters into his arms.
She is imprisoned, momentarily freed, closing her eyes, drifting far away, lying down in Purple Heather. July 2017
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