No Need To Ask

One morning

Any one morning

Even this one

Where the damp air

Does not dampen the spirit

& why should that not be

After a dream of such 

Gentle physical love

Shared without need

Gifts with pleasure given

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The Pen May Relate A Quieter Tale

Of a kind drafted in beach huts

Where a cooler breeze might

Steal the heat of this moment

The heat of this ever so slightly

Overdone mind & body

Standing beside the railway tracks 

As if, now again, back

In that workers boarding house

Deep in the suburbs of Plymouth

Or the B&B up on the Somerset levels

Where, into that faraway place

The roll and rattle faded to nought

Tonight it is as if the twenty-one

Thousand days and nights

Were also as good as gone

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Cusps

In this late time

At the time to welcome night

A universal sense of quiet

A quiet so easily welcomed

Taken at ease

As taken so many times before

A mirrored light reflected

Layers in the quarter bevelled

Ochres, khakis; washed out

Greens and gradients

Washed onto shores

Of pleasant past times

Into unexpected leave

Circled by bays

Perspex, held

To capture hidden

Ultra festive light

A mercurial feel of calm

A calm so simply claimed

Set aside, unbroken

As woken, so often, and no more

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Fabled Unable

The fear, the recognition looming

Is to achieve naught

That is to leave this life without

Having reached out or touched 

Life at the edges

To have read 

The Picture of Dorian Grey

But not to have learnt or understood

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Gel

I scratch the imaginary surface

Of this spherical agglomeration

Of imaginary nothingness

A space, or repository, formed

By no more than a few deft hand-

Turns and rolling wrist gestures

I am reminded of the mathematics

Of non-Euclidean space

And of Jung's collective unconscious

Theorems always showed the miserable

Limits to my intellectual capacity

Here again I am undone

Instead to write of love and loss

Or love and joy, I engulf myself in the

Wobbly blancmange of indecipherable airs

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