Kensington High Street

[Tehmill]

You spoke me a word and I listened
and weighed what was left unsaid
I wrote that in my diary
where more gentle feet may tread
but if you blow a trumpet
it will become a siren
the people will come running
as to a house which has a fire in
*
When you did love me, in your eyes
I was your golden peace bringer
you walked like a prince among the crowd
how you loved to make their eyes linger
we drank the juice of pomegranates
kissed outdoors with none to despise
your arms were ever around me
the kindness of love in your eyes

*
The flutes of evening are playing
so softly ends the day
all the trees are sighing
for the children who were at play
there's a dove on a distant oak tree
plaintive in his call
why does his lover not return
to be ready for the nightfall
*
Come into my garden fair
where my little sister plays
when she has breasts we will consider
who comes to court her, who stays.
Don't sit there in the candlelight
dying embers will not keep you warm
trying to wrap a blanket
that will not stretch arm to arm
*
Walking through the city crowds
up Kensington High Street
picking out the footseps that are mine
which is my staccato beat?
I'm marching to my own rhythm
dancing to my own tune
others will pick out the harmony
together it will be our rune.
*
by The Totton Linnet