On the Run

That light

The same light 

That I saw with you in Lyon

Before the town was awake

As we escaped to the coast

Make the most of it

The poster with our names

Will soon be bringing fame

The song as you will see

Remains just about the same

That light

The same light 

That we fought over in Lyon

For our love and for mercy's sake

We faked a telegraph by the post

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Interior Designs

Thankful for the rattle bag that passes for my mind

Mindful that I can juxtapose

The beautiful loves of my life

With little or no scene or argument

Grateful that I can let them be sprayed together

By the early mornings warm sunlight

Rarely does the bitterness rise to the surface

My mind has a smile that dilutes the pain to nought but

A dried up river bed, the sort you might find

Beside that idyllic country house, in the Pyrenees

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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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