It All Adds Up

I feel you in my bones
The whole erasure of you
Unfolds within my body
I smile as you play with my mind

In this there becomes a new entity
An entirety of more than one
Faith enough to move on
Courage gathered to go forwards

I cannot embrace you
In a screen filled photograph
I cannot chase you
Through an unspoken conversation

I no longer expect a special journey
Into the supernatural
Although we did once believe
In the power of transference, didn't we

The pampas grass and blossom
Blows vigorously
In the windswept, rain drenched
Beautiful Northern England

Quite unlike the settled palms
Of your islands waterfront
Where the promenade
Erased me from your arms


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Rich

Lightless windows
At the end of the day
A strength of blue
Purpose made
For lovers at play

Play on the waterfront
Play in the drinkers bar
Play at the all-night discotheque
Before the moonlight arrives
With the morning star

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Recoil

I stare over my coffee cup
Take care not to mix you up
With someone other than me

I share your arm movement
Bare skin of singular intent
Meant for all to see

There is little now that stirs
I defer to my memory
Despair that she is not to be


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Curvature

Hand placed
Softly upon her bare shoulder
Fingers that stroke breathless along her blade
Palms that ease to cup her firm bosom
A mind that plays awhile with previous nights


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3G’s in Low Trough Lands

Poets don't believe in God
Their search for life otherwise endless
From the Lake Isle
To the flight of the White Egret

Poets don't believe in God
Their quest for faith otherwise infinite
From the diary pages of fallen soldiers
To the sounds of the blackest seas

God doesn't believe in poets
Do you see me wavering
Stood here shaking my fist
Shouting about The Wastelands



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