If I came upon you

If I came upon you

In the late afternoon

With the sun bleeding

Into a jasmine sky

On the blazing wings of angels

Barely recognisable from an art form

A pre-Raphaelite

Rossetti's Proserpina

Exquisitely proportioned

To fulfil the notion of a golden triangle

So perfect a creation

As must exist outside the realm

Of my imagination

Would you see me

How would I know

Which version of the truth

To grasp

As the thought of my conversion

To believer

Was always held in trust

Would it be the touch

The familiar texture of your skin

The feeling of proximity

As the memory

Of another afternoon

Sought to envelop me

Enwrapped in a warm embrace

Of strawberries and cream tea

Sundays

Surrounding the image

With the tenderness of a lover

Would you see me

As once you did

Sliding your hand in mine

Dancing together

Over slippery stones

Damp with moss

Navigating the vagaries

Of a fanciful mountain stream

Feeding on the love we shared

I gaze into the image

Soaked in perspiration

Just at the thought

If I came upon you

In the afternoon

When the sun spilled its magic

And Butterflies billowed

With the scatter of a dust cloud

Would you see me?