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The Final Sleep

I will weep over your sheets

Once you are gone;

Let my conscience stumble

And refuse to carry on

 

Clothe your memory in wreaths…

Oh the bitter ache that it leaves!

As you dissolve into a foreign land

And I’m left struggling to understand

 

And wander aimlessly, following Grief

Down every street; confused

As to her direction

That guides the path of my feet

 

Until my tears

Like ocean waves swelling

Can contain themselves no longer

And pouring forth from my eyes

Like your soul’s last dying cry

 

That leaves me haunted every time…

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History of Lovers

You’ve locked me

Into your embrace again;

I’m Daniel in the lion’s den.

 

Just as I was a stone’s throw away

From throwing us away

You opened up your arms of love

And begged me to stay

 

Was it a lifeline

Or a noose with which

To hang my neck?

Are we on board this ship

Or just a sinking wreck?

 

Because this sinking

Started long ago

I chose to hold on

As the miraculous survivor;

Looked upon our love

And tried to revive her

 

When all that remained

Were fragments of disarray:

A history of lovers,

Unwilling to leave

And yet unwilling to stay.

 

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La Petite Mort

Crossing familiar territory

One inch at a time

To feel your pulse throbbing

And the delicate nodules

Of your spine

 

Still supple

Still as smooth as a peach

Your wingspan opened up

But not out of reach

 

To fly the distance

We didn’t dare to cover

Instead chased love away

Looking to the affections of another

 

Lying together now:

Head to head, toe to toe, arm in arm

The storm is over

Time to embrace the calm

 

Breathe in my love and

Exhale the past

Our vows, they were broken

Before they had chance to last

 

Accept human fragility

And Time’s loss wasting away

Lay with me again

And we will die to live another day

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Purgatorial Love

Placed in purgatory

I created a world

Undeniably mine

Fit to foster all my

Aspects that collide

 

Looking inward

Like concave mirror reflections

I saw an apparition of my soul

With neither love nor affection;

I became a shadow

That fleets and deceives

Standing under the light that perceives

 

But now days bleed

And I let myself sink

Into your world

Where rising sorrows

Entwine and unfurl

And I become lost again.

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Love’s Flight

The pangs of love

Take time to articulate

(Perhaps by now

They have spoken too late…)

 

Like a kite

I let you sail towards

An unknown destination;

 

A bottled message of love

Washed upon the shore

Of some foreign nation

 

But somehow

You found a way back

As if you knew

I was already here waiting

 

For the slow and steady tide

That abates with your sigh

Until you are ready to fly

Upon its wings of love again.

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Loving You Awry

Like lovers passing out

In a romantic trance

We paved the streets of London

In a carefree dance

 

Unperturbed by the world

We mistakenly offend

Driven forward by a force

With which it cannot contend

 

Wherein this snow globe

We are each other’s muses

And paint the sky in flakes of feeling

A love infused only with dreaming

 

Until with my white and frozen

Lips you bade me goodbye

Whilst I continue earnestly now

Loving you awry…

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A Pledge With Death

(You wish for something

To appease your thoughts

But searching your mind,

You find nought…)

 

Oh sweet duplicity of intent

That falters my conscience;

Some might say

My actions were hell-bent…

 

But what may be this

Mysterious manifestation

That drives its fettered stream?

Upon reflection, I think

It was a dream…

 

Even now as my

Sprightly spirit returns

I start to remember

The Love for which I have yearned…

 

And even as Death mingles

Around her edges, I am quite positive

My pledges will not be burned…

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Sterile Love

How can we say goodbye

When you still hold

In your hand my heart

The distance does not lie:

We’ve been drifting apart

 

Yet even as I sleep

Your face in my mind

Hangs like a frame on a wall

Four corners of fiction

That encapsulate my soul

 

For no longer can we exist

Within margins so fragile

The timing was off and now

This love has become sterile

 

So look above and find

The writing engraved on the wall:

“A love that is sterile is not one

For which to fall”