The Dance of Albion

The dance of Albion 
on my bed is 
my glad day
that the skin and bone of him 
the thriving spirit of him 
the shining eyes and hands
are by me
close and dear - the sun rises
with him, and his
strong limbs are
my fortress, the bright steel
against the dark
that holds me captive 
in deep places - he fights 
with them and
pulls me up to
sun and horizon, the
gold of wide spaces, the
folding rose of love all 
perfumed in our 
sheets and rooms -

my beams are
all over him as my hands
and my heart expands
beyond my body when my
love rises, stretches
and he smiles down on me
his face lit with life - 
Albion my man, the dawn 
light in my glad day.

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