Tag Archives: love

It can be subtle

There is her fret, a kind of pout and stare, Not at me mind you, but off into the poplars, Littered with early evening starlings, Noisily jostling for sleeping position. I know it well, and loathe it equally robustly. Though … Continue reading

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Loathing

  Liken the language of love to the loathing of living. Make sense? About how hard it is to love – you know? And the times when simply breathing takes more life Than your listless lungs wish to muster. In … Continue reading

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Reflections

I am steadfast. Steadfast in my stare. My stare into the wild world. Wild world stares back. Stares back at such a timid soul with contempt. Contempt I can see in the wind and rain lashing. Lashing my glass with … Continue reading

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Distances for lovers

I saw him off in the morning,          And he was riding a seahorse. He spoke to me in a wave,          While it flung itself in circles. Just for a moment I thought,           He could stay. He could be here … Continue reading

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A Cold Night

A cold night. Stars frigid with An air of despair. Luminously teeming, Black sparkling rain Or falling tears. Falling love and falling lives, cold night indeed. In such vast silence, voices still whisper, What may come, THEY are to come, … Continue reading

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Solitude Reigns

  Solace comes but once a day, Lying upon the back, Venus Neatly bright to your left, Burning the black night white. Stillness but once a morn, Cold fog sits among the dew, Heavy as her breast did hang, Still … Continue reading

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Cleanser

     We share a little green bottle, The content of which is cleanser. I always pressed down hard and Fast when I wanted cleanser. There were cleanser spills galore. Then, she moved the green bottle To a cradle on … Continue reading

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