“THE SUN DRIPS DOWN” by Strider Marcus Jones

i don't feel like a stranger
in your ease
as i come to know
your fast and slow
above, below
waves and seas
roving like a ranger.
 
a draft through the floor
moves the closed to door,
spills wax, wafts candle light,
and in music more slight
behind words said
becomes a squeezed breeze-
that warms in and out
where all love's doubt
left and fled.
 
as the shades of strings we shed,
uncoil and leave our head,
the sun drips down
ultraviolet turning brown
the sated flesh,
whose oliveness
soon condenses,
freeing long suppressed senses
to understand each other's expectation
knowing love is more than our creation.


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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

His poetry has been published in over 200 publications worldwide including: Dreich Magazine; dyst Literary Journal; Impspired Magazine; Melbourne Culture Corner; Literary Yard Journal; The Galway Review; Cajun Mutt Press; Rye Whiskey Review; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; and Dissident Voice.

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