Aged

We don't have those faces anymore

Those neat mohair double breasted suits

No longer fall so easily

Off ones slender frame

The little black dress

Is passed down the charity shop line

Should there be another do

It would be a more sombre affair

No wild abandon lovers

Who brought their flash of light

To the instantly

Gratified journeys

We won't pace

Outside doorways anymore

Those fretful eyes that cried tears of joy

Now employ another motive

Thighs that made grown men sigh

Are hidden by jeans of denim brut

Should we choose

To regain our youth

It would be with nostalgic flair

As he randomly discovers

One could forge a clash

With dissatisfied attorneys

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Pursue

A cup of tea, a cigarette

Reading of the poetry book

Before anyone else arrived

Fanciful techniques

Used to ward off

Urges of excitement

At her expected appearance

Which came in an intricate

Colourful style; masses of

The desires I had succumbed to

Each delicate day

More poetic comments

From new found

Friends and acquaintances

Each day another notch

Filed off the key-locks

To her entrapment

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Divided & Indivisible

All the while, as if miles meant more than 

Her smile, half apparent no more

Feel into what one feels with, more than 

A rush of blood, whirls that spin no more

In that single file, one folder; more than

A grasp of whatever passes no more

Steal, or stolen, fallen more than

At last to bleed, indeed to seed no more

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All but there

In her absence she often turned to meet him

With feigned presence

He always returned her greeting

In her absence defeated amusements begin

With indiscrete diffusions

She renders him unworthy of further meeting

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Curved Ball

I will close down, so soft, so slow

Walk again

Where the cherry blossoms grow

I say these words

On a wind worn night

With peace, not fear nor fright

The time may be long

Beneath the light of your moon

Let that I may be strong

In the swathes of poppies

Through the fields of corn

Sworn to beholden, feet worn

Howling gale, beating rain

Sounds so loud

They drown the retreating pain

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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