At the side of dykes

The day is cold
Fog, frost, the Fosse Way frog
The day is cold and if I make the call
I expect a riposte filled reception

Sat in the mall, my mind is stalled
I am feared of further deception
Maybe six years ago we slept together
As is the way with lovers

Did I forget to mention
I miss her mind
Thats not just my kind intention
Though for certain it is those thighs

Where my loins verbose
Is the real deal abstention
We turned a trick
In and out of bed we were slick

Though in conversation matters were worse
We became adept at surreal pretension
All in turn turned to silence
Avoidance of compliment or discourse

It was up
With no structure
Neither an outhouse construction
To fall back upon




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Trepidation

Luxuriate in that fearless time of youth before you ever witnessed the exploits of the Mafioso

Wander if you will in that skeletal forest, reminiscent of Nash’s burnt, scarred and devoured environment

Do you need to know any of that backstory to see that this is the face of a scared and frightened man




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Splashed Water

I did not, would not, could not say no
Therein lies the impossible power of attachment

I pulled you close
Looked into your eyes
You laughed, yet you were quite unable
To look back into mine

I sat naked
As we dined
On the waterside terrace
Of my ex-wife’s sprawling cottage

You told of vacations
I began to understand
You ate easily of the anchovies
I struggled to find more abundant supplies

It was indeed unexpected for a neighbour to intrude
With pointless talk, endless conversation
Of troubles found
Both here & beyond the Horn of Africa




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Doddle

Foul day
Strong winds, torrential rain
UA Fanthorpe telling of this thin strip of land

Earlier; gas flames set low, lights dimmed
Sat with a straight back, on a straight backed chair
I joined in a meditation with the Boys of Ampleforth



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D Ream

Just to say, I could not have thought it otherwise
Yet now I can think of you more easily
Even to think that we could be friends
Though touch would be a fear
A fear that I might collapse into your arms
In search of all
That I have worked so hard to protect myself from

What brought me to this
It was a dream, less than a second I expect
An image of you with sparkling hair, a smile
A short nightdress
Your silken hair pushed forwards
Aching to be touched - I did not touch
To this day some fears remain





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