Wash of sunlight
Through the open door
How much I get
From every moment
And angle of this
To be myself
Armoured in purpose
Yet still
Able to slip into the warm
Shadows of your skin
And play with boldness
Laughter
Still I play the grandest game
Of all with you
Here, dancing in the garden
The air is still and for a moment,
So
Am
I
MB Blissett 