Offspring

He is a part of you 

A part of you

That I hold 

That I hold on to

Unusually a pleasure

Occasionally 

He’s mildly combative

Always more personable

Than I could ever be

That he is attractive

Is such a treasure

For I, at my age

Can see it could well last 

Beyond all of my forevers

& because he still loves you

(I assume so)

I might replay that love

Better that, than never so

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Pure Oxygen

Other breaths are drawn

Where once we drew breath

Other favours fawned

Where once we made nests

Storm clouds at dawn

Tinged by the sunrise

Our paths shaved forlorn

Never to receive those eyes

Out into the pink and blue

Shears of brilliant hue

Heightened illumination

Foils of a storms formation

Such wild torrid heavens

Rampant as once of love

Glows of favoured crescents

Giants in lost worlds above

Our flames fuel the forges

Steps to furnaces in hell below

Fall back to say you're gorgeous

To part was a magnificent sad blow

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Sugar Rush of Doubt

He looks out upon his woods

A clear view

From the cottage bedroom window

He tiptoes barefoot

Over her newly fitted carpets

I drive a little faster

In a mood of abject darkness

I hold a tight grip on the wheel

Of my gathering nervous self. I drive

Doubtful across the vast suspension bridge

The boy surely meant no harm

His, a simple & innocent response

To one well experienced

In misunderstanding the use

Of well chosen, yet ambiguous words

Anyway why should I second guess

Of that which is only vaguely true

Why I could end up, down there

In the swelling brew; wide of the mark

I might be a goner & still be so far askew

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Storm Psychology

Woken

By the tearing wind

& the driving rain

As if unspoken

The midnight of truths

Race around to stain

Stain this once youth

Whose three score years

No more remain

His image left

On the tails of winds

Amidst the thrusts of pain

He’ll restrain

From being uncouth

If that's all the same

Yet the stories

Of his tainted fruits

Surely lead to shame

If only to explain

Of himself

Who was he to blame

Laying there unrestrained

In the tearing wind

& the driving rain

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Curvature

Hand placed softly

Upon your bare shoulder

Fingers stroke breathless

Along your delicate blade

Palms eased gentle

To cup your bosom

Mind strays awhile

Plays with yesteryear 

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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