Love

Where did we go to
Where did you take me
Where did I take you

Passions rose wide open
In time spoken with breath
In time spoken with depth

Our names chose with hope
So gently we touch our touch
So gently so much I touch

Walk with me in the moonlight
Whisper in my ear I love you
Kiss my ear above you above you

Hold hands with clear clear smiles
Stroke me with your soft soft fingers
My I linger - I feel so high we fly

I nestle, I snuggle no struggle
You take me with your lips
I sip of your sweet wetness

No fret, let with full on livingness
We unfold our soft soft skin
So bold we hold to go within

Or we may in a little while
For now we smile
We move our all, unfold a little closer

Soft red lips kiss soft red lips
Soft purple skin
Caresses soft purple skin

Juices
Juices taste lovers juice

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Orthopaedics And Vascular

Estimated painted face
In renovated railroad space
Cappuccino fairly frothed

With chocolate cake displaced
Excavate the far off taste
Of this generation's race

And scream out loud
Venerate the
Forensic investigator

Precise with the time
Precise with the rhyme
Inclined to start afresh

The breasts at rest
Blessed the brickwork restored
All for the better, uncovered

Except for a fresher light
Of night scented stocks in
Amsterdam, or Rotterdam

Crimson
No, a brighter red
Than that

Fabric hats, and earrings
Seared for vast feelings
Hearing the echoes

Near to
Our other maker
Kula Shaker

Mickey taker
Take me home Morag
Smile in my face

Morag
Just roam Morag
The world

Morag
Your place Morag
Orthopaedics

And vascular Morag
Our ward space
Your place

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Back Then

No one tells you anything
Anything that you really need to know
At the time you need to know
At the time that you really need to know

How to stop those voices shouting
How to stop the calling of the shrink
How to count to ten or twenty
Or even just to stop and think

No one tells you
Except that you ought to know
No one tells you
Except the tears just have to flow
No one tells you
Except for sure that by now you know

How to stop the nagging doubting
How to drop the stalling mink
How to count, or wait to hesitate

Wait a short while longer, take a drink

Back then, back in childhood
Back then, back in teens
Back then, back a young man
Back then, back with dragons with queens

No one tells you anything
Anything that you need to know
Anything that you really need to know
Somehow just a simple breakthrough

Then again a massive step
Then again a massive step

If you've ever been in love
Or lost a close one
Or lost a limb

Well to think that none of that would matter

To think that not a single thing matters
Not a single thing at all

How to stop the voices shouting
Wonder if it's even worth the thought
How to add the noughts together
To fear any single thing less fraught

So damned easy just to write it
To compensate with chance
Or with the intellectual almighty
Of imagined circumstance

What you need to truly feel it
Touch it right there on the nose
Deep down, in the spines kernel

Hear the book words breathe it fine
Pay the teller, tell her to tell her lies
Pay her with the fives and dimes

No one tells you anything
Anything that you really need to know
No one tells you

Tells you what you need to know
At the time you need to know
At the time that you really need to know

No one tells you anything
Anything that you really need to know
No one tells you
At the time that you really need to know

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A Single Dust-Mote Note

Placed above the sterling
Time; placed way above the sterling
Way above the tarnished garnered coin

Don’t want expensive presents
If in any way that brings resentment
Of what has been already spent

Talk from far off places
Stairways, and pretty faces
Climb to these elevated floors

With one door
And one window-stay
Elopers share a care to play

Midnight at ten thirty
Houseplants die
By dust fair dirty

A room with a view
Of a railroad, and a moor
Some way beyond

A radio station misplaced
By a Saturday
Being here on a Thursday

A dial beyond
Way past beyond
My least and last imaginations

Would that this warmth
Was as settled, as the mind
Which it endlessly tries to disturb

This body displaced
Replaced each spring
Again each autumn

Then in winter
Dusted, with a thin fine sprinkle
Of fair-weather, soft fallen snow

A room with a view over a fair few years
A mischievous miscalculation
Lost among a long past matriculation

A song; would that
To pluck one single note
In time, in tune

My only; dare I even say
My only one regret
My missed, single, dust-mote note

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Simple Complications

Don't want expensive presents
Would rather share
What it is already bared

Walk by both the faces
Still and turbulent races
Thoughts more clear

A path to steer
Day by day
Hopes with care to stay

Talk of misdemeanours
Or exclusions from faraway
Long lost conversations stray

Or better; wow, find words of now
More worthwhile
You and I to softly smile

Simple complications
Debates of long passed stations
Hang on for a while

Wait just a moment won't you
Debaters they share, don't they
Caring for a victor, either way

Why then (sic)
Is it in any way nostalgic
To wear a stripy scarf

Or a bead on a wrinkled wrist
To choose again for time
To be of value; time

The essence of being
The chance to gather up
Those years of disparate thoughts

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