He’d built a life’s path brick by brick

Held together by sand and stick

It rivalled her wall of crumbling stone

They stood together completely alone

She felt she knew him all of his life

But couldn’t understand the edge of the knife

Sharpened by resistance, ready to slice

the red thread between them, not once but twice

Once in dreams...

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Have you ever been so in love with a machine it hurts?

I am. The reason?

Lada cars especially Riva estate cars with square spotlamps in the grill.

What a beautifully proportioned machine,

each line in the right place.

Utilitarian design and poetical looks, filling my soul with joy.

Yes I feel happiness when I see a Lada car.

It makes my day and I ...

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Never expect but always must anticipate
Children now asleep, I am freshly bathed
His fantasy diverting to an eager soliloquy
Gentleman caller
raps my door delicately

Dutifully agitated into dazed acquiescence
He thrusts me forward, a quickening zealous
One hand over mouth, other girdles my belly
Gentleman caller
then politely assaults me

I turn on kettl...

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The longest night,

 The shortest day

 The 22nd of December.

 The Sun turns into another way

 Putting more warmth into the amber,

 Into the humans hearts that pray

 For love, for peace, for happiness,

 For Merry Christmas!

 The 22nd of December!

 The Sun has got its own reasons

 To differentiate the seasons.

 And Jesus Christ birth

 On our b...

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Who is that man

always parked next to us

When we meet early evening

He sits in his seat

Pretending to read a newspaper

While we create mischief

In the back of your car

Who is that woman

Who works in the café

Always friendly and curious

She asked us once

“What we were doing here so late?”

How could we reply

Who are those...

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If only I could have a little madness

to release me from these stories.

Are you my sanity and my truth?

From a sin to a beginning

I continue devoted to endure

role of poetess and the whore

Could I, and did I

really write you into my life?

© Katy Hughes 2012

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We blend into each other’s colours

begging serpent’s curiosity of insidious skin.

Sullen hand removed, reveals scars in their beauty

motherhood replaced by conjured virgin within

Love’s chameleon tongues a hedonism

anxious lips kiss curved ribs appled in eye

pole dancing a Jacob’s ladder of debauchery

“Don’t move” you cry, and I’m flung far and wide

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