26 November, 2010 at 00:49 (Uncategorized)

It occurs to me,
you’ll be gone too soon,
and I remain here.
I shall miss you when you’re gone
or the mirage of you that I know.


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25 November, 2010 at 18:32 (Uncategorized)

Your arms wrap around and pull me close,
my safest of spaces, my strongest of strengths
and there is only one you

Your lips gently brush mine, your hand in my hand,
my love when I need it, my love when I don’t
and there is only one you

Your eyes smile at mine, at my side for all time
my strongest of lovers, my home, source and ground
and there is only one you

In the whole english language there is only one you,
no nuance for plurals, no nuance for us
there is only one you.

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My Friend

23 November, 2010 at 19:05 (Uncategorized)

I could do with…
a sofa
and your arms
time to doze…
time to repose…
a little nothing for a while
and then…
back into the world, my friend.

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22 November, 2010 at 16:56 (Uncategorized)

“Do not think of me as real,”
says the girl in the road
“Do not think of me as real, for I have never,
thought of myself as so.”

“And everything around you?”
asked the boy, stopping for a moment.
“No realler than I am,
an idle diversion wrought by my hand.”

He stopped a moment more, and she said,
“Don’t you hear the drums?
Pounding in your head? They’re
calling you on, send a postcard instead.”

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1 November, 2010 at 12:27 (Uncategorized)

A kiss that was not a kiss,
so it’s ok to think of someone else,
Echoes from not so long ago,
I’ll keep them to myself.

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