Morning

I won't ever sit

In that quiet room again

No one knows of those times 

That I sat there contented

The ten fifty-five train rolling by

In the deep cutting 

Across the sedentary road

The half-staggered walk home

From the gastro-pub

After Ascot Day at York races

I follow you through your houses

Cat sitting or wallpaper hanging

A loving, rewarding relationship

Today another quiet room

I absorb the wide open country view

Through your new house's window

I feel contentment’s approach

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Pictures of You

I am drawn to the lonesome view

People free landscapes

Vast vistas of natures making

Time lapse shots of her immense moving waters

Skies full of the nothingness of infinite colours

I am also attracted to the detail

Close up shots of skin and feather

Woman and bird in all their glory

Artefacts with the beauty that intricate detail bestows

Faces with smiles that shout out; love is here, it’s living well

I am particularly taken

By the great lake and the mountain

With a minuscule figure at the waters edge

It is here that I am able to pretend

Place whoever I wish to be there, as that person

Today it is a picture of me

Yesterday and tomorrows are 

My abstentions from pictures of you

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Framed

You might call it escapism

My departure

Into the world of image

It is more than that for me

It is gentle, all embracing

How can I call it; torture

Coastal memories

Of loves descendant

Once strolled pathways

Springs rising springs

Washed in my own

Deeper sap of uncertainty

Flesh unloaded of burden

Carried voluptuously 

Laced by loss and distance

Fabrics; there to be touched

Touched by love

Untouched by me

There are surges 

Undulations of emotion

With each entered recognition

The excitement of twisted rushes

As lusts flow moves unimpeded

Throughout my bodies bloodstream

I say that the longing is subsided

Yet one picture tells me; no

That it is so entirely untrue

I calm myself, vent doubts

After each such intermission

Prepare for further storms

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Drive On

Three trees and a hedgerow

Lost in the country lanes

On a moonlit Saturday night

I was your prize

You were my treasure

My pain was to realise

I couldn't make your measure

I still have a mind full of desires

Forever a receiver of pleasure

Three chimneys and a steam cloud

Count the cost of staying sane

In the Monday mornings early light

I was stained, drained way too deep

You said, it's fine, just don't stop swimming

My mind, in check, I try to keep

Yet often now you'll find me grinning

I still have the physical urges

Sinfulness you see forever purges

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Asthétiques

A flash of defined skin and you are in my mind

Thus resigned, I am to be no longer seaworthy

A Duran Duran kind of yacht

That blocks out all sense of informed reality

With knife in hand and swimsuit stropped

She ensures my fragility is so easily cropped

That I chose to take a second look

Says somehow that the book on you is not yet closed

With odds so long I am way beyond Camus’ Outsider

She has desires, although its no longer me beside her

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