Within

My hands massage oil

Onto her bare tummy

She is heavy with child

Yet draws me in to her

To be loved as a woman

No longer youngsters

Yet our skin together is fluid

I say let’s take care, so

We make love, soft & gentle

Yet also charged with passion

She says, this is natural

Our warm juices intermingle

With no thought of withdrawal

This is mighty handsome

Our easy, body rolling, motions

Ever so soothing, towards day

Together we echo care for others

Let us not wake the unborn child

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Turn Up

I did not expect a reply

The reply I received

Was not to be expected

Three strands of news

Sincerely, or insincerely

Twisted tentatively together

It may take awhile to respond

First a private investigation

Probing deep into memories

The question whether, or

Not I will make a contribution

Is placed on the pending pile

Meanwhile, I smile & ponder

My poet never was read; she 

Didn’t see what Mallarmé said

Of course I checked my inbox

Five times, maybe more

Before her message arrived

It is what we do, blessed

With our recent insecurity

Of not ever really knowing

Not showing our doubts, never

Being found out; heaven is in

The owning & forever disowning

As the afternoon sun

Warms the motorway mist

Why do I insist on recollection

Is it a desire to swerve; avoidance

My place of deception, caught 

Out by her untimely reception

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Cut It

A riot of birdsong

Yesterdays stroll on the lawns

Was a resounding romance, rebounding

We all bat off each other a bit, it’s true

She was always fearful, in danger

She might fall out of our orbit, stumble 

From her psychological equilibrium

The beauties are not always the bravest

Yet in the lost wonder of emigres flight

Her plumed feathers a vision sublime

She stayed out all night, it’s rather

Unusual for this declared avoider

Of anxiety, caused by the tormentor

That is next door’s vengeful minx

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Water Colours

He sits at the glass topped table

Paintbrush in his hand

A lovers smile, right there in his eye

His lover meanwhile, stands by his side

They were happy when together

Carefree as the larks

They walked on moor and heather

Pushed the swings, in the park

He was sad when they were apart 

Yet he wanted her to be unfettered

He hoped, he thought

Thats how her days would start

She got mad when he went away

Yet she wanted him to be bettered

She hoped, she thought

He would shake off his deep malaise

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Self-Construct

I notice a calmness within me

As I assemble the new chair

Even when I make a mistake

I do not berate myself harshly

Self analysis is no sin

So long as you are open and fair

Yet beware of any justice you fake

Hope that you judge yourself smartly

With such wisdom that deftness abounds

Carrying her peace and presence

Away from the curse that madness surrounds

Married thoughtlessly to his haste and anger

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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