I have walked into a ring of enchantment
and cannot leave
your hair blown by the wind
your fragrance
your encircling arms

a rush of confusion and desire
a tidal force
drawing me in

could you not hold me further away
for a time
turn off this power you have
one night
so I can come to you?

let us start again

like the guests in the Buñuel film
when they return to their former positions in the room
and Bianca returns to  the piano
to a sonata of Paradisi

Bianca breaking the spell—
they are free
(for a while)
to walk in the open air

let us have the forbearance to go back
to that moment when we met
to the moment when this turmoil began

Stuart Dodds