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Pull her from the water and check
her pockets. Shouldn’t death tattoo
a message on each palm it removes
the pulse from.
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A mass of moles and skin tags speckle her back like a drunk has vomited a macrobiotic diet from the dress circle. Her arse is flat and uninteresting; the scar above her kidney is off-putting.
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Our lips can touch, just touch. Our lips can touch, but they can't really touch.
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Like honey drips, like notes of a sonata come,
Like a chrysalis is made and then abandoned,
Like the bed of a river widens over years--
Slow, slow is how my love is meant to reach for you.
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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What you may see initially could be only half the poem. The rest is hidden.
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My heart and mind, eyes, hands and lips — Yours.
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This is your mystery, your story Full of beauty and all-encompassing loveA brushstroke washes the canvas cleanYou start over with a new directionDreaming of me as you paint your wordsWriting just like Keats, Shelley and BrontëAbout sorrow, rain and the wheels of passion
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and light bleeds into the darkness
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burning for You, caught in between, yearning to remain completely wrapped around Your finger, feeling panoramic, and this alive.
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A glance—I dissolved completely.
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