Move on
Another drink
Another slice of oblivion
Brave enough
To use unkind words
Need to
Hold you
Walk me home alone
Move on
Another relationship
Another false dawn
Craved enough
To grasp at anything
Need to
Told you
I turn to stone
Move on
Paris, Rome
Any other place my own
Waved enough
To smile for some
Need to
Unfold you
I am undone
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This is the first time, even only yesterday
You told me of the seed pods
To remind me of the flowers which had been there
Of the compulsion
From a sense of not quite
Ever coming to the mark
Or of never having
Been in love
This is the sunshine, later on the heatwave
No shadow on this side of the endless edge
Anyhow the shade there, it simply does not suit you
Neither the joy
At the turn of the night
Another wasteful Monday
Of never wanting
To waste another moment
This is the favour to wave away
Least somehow, still searching the fear
Of happiness, or something else to be taken away
And what do I offer
Endless words
Unknowing communication
Of even never before
Having known your love
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Barefoot, across the flags
On to the dry grass, on to the damp grass
The days of the blue skies
Of one long hopeful summer
No need to go in search of anywhere
Anymore to storm
Or float to earth in a pink silk parachute
Which love would call her own
This is my morning
Children in blue on the way to school
Mothers with push chairs yawning
Window cleaners and Spanish guys
Blue jeans, silk pressed shirts
Looks, what the girls would die by
Back home; from the city, the suburb, the roar
Return to the sun, the beach and the bird song
The dusty dry alleyways and juggernauts
Somewhere left, some way far and downalong
Time
To comb my fine auburn hair
Read a magazine, unfair or rare
Far more than ever you could have hoped for
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Smile
At the sun on your new shirt
At the love with which it was presented
At the sunlight on the golden hair
Where the sleeves end and where words begin
The bare feet, summer in your garden
Mid afternoon, backdrop to the children's voices
Back, stop; think on the gothic and lesbian relations
Unable to say
This is me, my one and only one true love
Lean back
Into dimples and dapples, the slow soft shadows
Over boundaries, beyond cusp of life and dream
Over the waterfall, dry in the drought of summer
Silenced by the lack of water
Quenched without first slaking thirst
The bare feet in the slow flowing stream
Mid afternoon, mid life, mid wife lovers
In between the before and the evergreen
Back, way along, songs of senorita's and sombrero's
Think now; while making ever lasting love
Of all the words which say I loved you
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Always with a surprise
Always afraid
Of whatever is on the dark side
Inlaid, ingrained, only a slow release
Only daily therapy
Above and below the stairs
Your head rests
Beset with treasure
I hold your hand
No complicated words
Overheard
She whispers I love you
Comforted by her presence
Her perfume, her soft fabrics
Worn over even softer skin
Always I surmise
Always ably laid
To raise my love life
Waylaid, unstained, forever at peace
Laid back by the heresy
Love is aglow for what she cares
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