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Love
Finding and floundering,
Falling
With a scream
Of desire and fear
Like the bill coming through the letterbox
For the ring
Which mean ‘Forever’
Apparently.
How can metal speak of
Liking, lust
And Love?
An ‘ore’ from earth
What a cold kiss of
Compressed stone from an ageless grave.
But words are ours
Personalised jewels
Mined from the soul
Refined, defined
Never confined
To wrap around a finger
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A Midsummer Night's Dream
You watched as we smeared ourselves with paint
I bent low to show my assets, glittering green in make-up
Applause died as our show began
In the confines of the tech room
Breath purred where eyes and words could not and I outlined the maturity
Of your shoulders with my mind-hands.
Close and closer still in the crowd of
Backstage.
Leaning inwards as we passed, eyes low, nothing could yet be exchanged.
Were we ready for that night’s rhythms
Of iambic pentameters and dance anthems?
A magnet and an iron filing
Alone in the sweaty pulse
To touch that core of want
To pull the Midsummer Night’s madness out of confusion
And into the light which you controlled
In the corner
Where the pads of your fingers pulled down walls
And raised hope
Into the clarity of my midnight.
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Absent
I lean into hollow pockets of air
Expecting to be wrapped and held
Instead I sway weakly
The whorls of my fingers seek the
Velvet of your arms.
They would bristle. I know this.
I have recorded but
I need you
I need to spoon beside you
To feel your limbs in echo
Or I have no balance
And my place is not set
To eat this life
Whole without blinking.
I chew but can’t swallow
I cannot absorb
Come soon.
My stomach is
Screaming.
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