Strategic

Here I find a calm, our quiet lounge

With sunlight and slow-wave shadows

The whistle of the wind

At the ill-fitted door behind me

At the smart wood-burner in front of me

Enclosed in its luminous green cave

The shadows are of the trees, outside in the garden

They move in the breeze; pardon Monsieur, pardon

Based on these moments alone the decision would be easy

You are asleep, warm

With a love, tender and caring

Gifting me this time

Gifting me this peaceful place

The doubts are of my own making, inside my mind; they move

With the dark and the daylight, they move on my man, they move on

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She Carried His Gift

I might have gifted you the flowers

You might have given me your smile

For all the miles and miles of smiles on flowers

We might have carried on skipping

Skinny dip, by the lune and by the lea

Tripping all over, away from absolving powers

I might have gifted you the flowers

You might have shifted me your smile

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Lifted

Her smile

Your spaghetti

Her life

Your Serengeti

In time to seize

Is this a pose

Did you forget me

Her energy rose

By the gift

Of the Bugatti breeze

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Arts Centred

We studied the miniatures

Our immaturity was rife

We discarded security

And hung out for life

She looks at the painting

With pencil in hand

As though without continuity

We would pray with the damned

Let's dance, I don't think so

In these shoes, I don't think so

With those eyes, I don't think so

Are you joking, I don't think so

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Transparent

Have you seen Cinema Paradiso

I could see the projector

Did you ever go away, and then return

I could see the curtains open

Are you clear about good and bad

I could see who bought tickets

And who didn't

Will you ever fall in love again

I could see who she was kissing

Is it true that light always reflects

I could see them roll the credits

Was it just a story after all

I can see, I might watch

As they lock and bolt the doors

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