Cold shoulders

This silence is cold a state of hypothermia a phenomena of frost on bitten fingertips, now twice shy, paralysed by this freeze – I dont know why I can’t warm my underdressed shoulders or where is my coat with silver linings? I feel a shiver where I need your breath to break the iciness of […]

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A daze of melancholic days

I know these melancholy mornings wellyet they don’t even know themselvesfrom afternoons or eveningsTheir presence is distinguishedby a lackof distinguishing features,They are faceless, anaemiceyes white with meaningless lieslike the weather is ‘fine’(it isn’t ,and neither are they) –Those days sigh,and their sympathies lie with a book whose pages were never turned,lostbeside dregs of leftover dreamsand a […]

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Sunday hues

This afternoon wears my sadness in her palest eyes of Sunday blues she said she’s not a languid Friday, with arms stretched out in forever she is the ending of infinity the beginning of an end she huddles from the cold, she is a dancer in slow motion, falling and her smile is thin and […]

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Seeing in the dark

Draw the curtains on your shadow full and dense give me. black out. blinds and velvet shades – your greyest greys turn off the lights in the middle of the day give me. darkness. that I can see and touch with charcoal gloves I draw my name But I see the outlines of your soul […]

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A moment of translucency

In dreams and fantasies the sea drapes her lace in gossamer traces through your fingertips her depths translucent like this lingerie she wears, at the lushness of her wild and delicate edges It’s where she finally greets the sand, with secrets of her seaweed hands she whispers foamy sighs of relief as she glides to […]

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Hemispheres

I read your spring while autumn leaves make skeletons that flutter in the branches of my lungs I’m left so hungry for the taste of long gone Easters, the crinkled wrappers I breathed in – the burnt out wishes of the cinnamon and colours charred compared to yesterday it seems there’s an empty space among […]

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The contents of a goodbye

It was the type of goodbye Where we made love on your suitcase everything closed and zipped except me, undone Even with you pressed against me I was overflowing trying to pack my words with essentials of meaning and intention so they were like satin, like my hair, like my mind like the nuances of […]

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The psychology of air

The psychology of the air has changed her pathology She calls to me and sits here on the couch for therapy She’s embodied with her hair a whirlwind and she whispers secrets that are heavier than oxygen The air, now her particles are loneliness Through paper masks she rustles, breathless with anxiety The very air, […]

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Touch

In your empty room my fingers touch your silence put their ears to your mysteries, and listen to the histories like potent dust they gently touch and trace the lines within In your open palm my fingers read each page of you, your memories like they’re written in the braille of scar tissue I walk […]

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