LetMeThisOnce

Let me paint you 
draw you with words
as I remember you 
not as you are 
a long elegant plank
of deep rich ebony 
found deep within tree
hiding there behind others 
blemished of course front 
and back with two 
ivory burls that almost 
blink as sun catches 
and a velvety hand 
which all but cascades 
like the rain itself 
into the deep pools
of your darkened hips 
and what’s found there 
disappears into cloudy blackness 
but what I remember 
most is the warmth 
whilst I lay upon
as though your timber 
absorbed the sun itself