For now I am sated

Some affinity with defiance

Some avoidance of reliance

No, what I mean to say is

Just because someone else

Says it is definitely so

Doesn’t mean everything

Maybe they were first to say

But that’s about all

Absolutely about all

Some relief

That belief to have stated

Mischief or not

For now I am sated

Yes, for a while 

I’ve held this view

I don’t expect 

It is original

Or even new

Ok sometimes 

I can be

Synchronised

Still doesn’t mean 

I recognise

Or philosophise

No, simply to hold on

To my point of view

That on its own is enough

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Awaken muscles once asleep

In the half dark space

Visions of silk, satin and lace

Empowered by love or loins fed lust

Imagine corsets and deeper dust

Stroke your ankles, kiss your thigh

Imagine a further high of trust

Caress your neck nape, kiss your lips

Empower your burnt off sulphur musk

In the half light

In a sacred space for two as must

Imagine skin and oil and velvet just

Kiss me on my pleasure, I am resigned

Tongues first tips, then full entwined

My hands onto your shoulders flee

Legs twist around our inner be

Squeeze the cheeks, seek and seep

Awaken muscles once asleep

Penetration, ejaculation

Tides turn to neap

With memories of oceans so so deep

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None of these I’ve done

Holy be

Uncertainty

What on earth

Came over me

Listen to another

Converse with your mother

Rub shoulders with your brother

None of these I’ve done

Would it be too much trouble

Double back and shave the stubble

Start anew our efforts to redouble

What I knew so very little of

The soft flicker of firelight 

Toys afloat on bath night

Stories read of prayers in flight

Where on earth as it led

Then not so self-inspired

You alone retired

Left the love once desired

To ask so so many questions

Throw more slack on the boiler

No matter the cloak of fur

You truly cannot spoil her

She’s polished up real class

Bunting and flags

Rich red velvet rags

The huntsmen on the nags

Filled with full-on brandy

Lords, ladies and sly serfs

Servants, cooks and jobs-worth

We won the war on and off the turf

Now let’s go get randy

We’ve stabled the horse

Closed the door of course

But lest we bolt away in remorse

Let’s talk, of love once more

Holy be

Its uncertainty

Now he wants to talk of love to me

None of these I’ve done

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I keep and try

I stroke your letters

Your painted toenail hue

I mull over

Your scarlet silver blue

I imagine your thigh

Your touch a little further through

I reassemble your ankle

To fit the boot or shoe

I attend all of the lectures

Hoping for a mirage of you

I catch your eye

Your picture on my wall

I weep and cry

Unable with fair heart to fall

I keep and try

Your memos filed to call

I travel far away

With your love’s wherewithal

To ignominiously

Stumble and stall

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Your love was laid wide open

I see

From

Your letters

A time

When

Your love

Was laid

Wide open

Such happiness

Such fun

Such warmth

Such creativity

You had

Your health again

You thanked me

For the flowers

You kept

Irregular hours

Your love

Was laid wide open

But not so

Clear to see

How this

Fragility

Became bound

In complicit

Intellectual

Infidelity

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