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The love is painful but also good
my self it calls itself as such
making way alone, untouched
just fleeting joy when she creates
predictable, a single's fate
then my other comes, falters on fissures
languidly warms, fulfills heart's wishes
yet seeping comfort into space
where always open, felt nothing save
now pricks with pain at such expanse
for place to love must be enhanced
Friday 24th January 2020 2:09 pm
To Be
one thing is branching into many
forks and splays without me ready
how must I ever learn to sew
my love into some kind of show
to rain upon the crowd of truth
that unlike my heart, the mouth: uncouth
there’s a simmer that will not rhyme
or ever change with passing time
but when it’s thick and hot I feel
that sticky comfort of what’s real
wriggling the atmosp...
Friday 26th July 2019 6:21 pm
You
Why is sweetness doing wrong
Why eyes that make the day seem long
Satisfied, bound, no longer free
Absorbed by a face, pure poetry
Why words that stay and overcome
Why no punctuation, overrun
The current and the wave are one
Unfurled, unbothered, I’m undone
Why velvetness of such a dream
Why unfettered beauty, smudged but clean
A little wire taut, is mean
...Tuesday 16th July 2019 3:45 pm
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