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Poem 27 of 30

How long will it take before the tears cease?
Before the pain finally subsides and numbs and all that’s left is
quiet, and peace?
He is lost to me.


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Poem 25 of 30

Lean in, lean closer and let the warmth of your skin radiate to mine so that the air between us is mingled life and desire.
Do you sense it, too? The way the brush of your fingers over mine when we stand too close
sets my heart racing and my mind soaring
and it seems that time slows to this moment
where nothing around me means anything anymore –
because it’s not of you.
It seems so simple to press in, there, a little nearer to you
and I see the way the light catches your eyes
those irises coloured so uniquely
like cold skies over an icy wasteland
and your heart is like a wild storm
and I would throw my arms out to catch the rain and lightning
Not caring if I lived or died –
Just wanting, needing to feel your strength around me
The urgency of your touch
and the way time and place no longer matters as long as you’re here.

Step back, breathe the chill night air and the warmth dissipates away.
I wonder if you know what it’s done to me to stand so near.
Please don’t go.


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Poem 22 of 30

The stone heart is broken.

Each fragment now crushed into tiny powder

and left to drift away in the wind.

Let it be replaced by a living heart,

by a heart able to feel

and to know love.

Or die, ground to powder

and carried away by the wind.



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