To hold a place where
I won't give up by
Asking for more
Holding still
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Take you down
From that pedestal
To colour
Bona fide
In one evening
Two sets of eyes
Survey the same
Stretch of sky
One an explosion
Two a dot to dot
Three love sign
Four the afterlife
Five a way of life
Six fine dining price
Seven a lover's canopy
Under tent screen
Complete with fire
Wet boots steam
Four feet entwine
From our observatory
Of the mind
Do we believe in us?
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Love language
Dearly
All excuses accepted
Needlessly offered
For any incongruous
Moments between us
Forgotten
A flash gordon vision
Scifantasy addiction
Concocting subtle reasons
Why you might not
Say something
Give up anticipating
Meaning making
Stories whirlpool
Shimmy down curl wave
White foam spray
Just to taste
Another sun baked day
Flitting time away
Waiting for us
To be brave
We daughter dears
Stick together
Even when eons
Separate us
Across a mere chasm
There is no 'if'
As satellite images
Reveal a great expanse
Only imagined
In writers' dreams
Light years speak
To us when we open
Our eyes at night
Inspired by the same
Sights nearby
Galaxies spiral
Size of a tear drop
Meet me at the next stop?
Always reminding
To be loving you dearly
Wall garden
Pink Floyd drilled into me
In flagrant courthouse
Discourse
Walls not meant for people
People not meant for walls
How many people did it take
How many shoulders climbed
For me to rise up
Brick by brick
Strength and grit not mine
Spending months surveying cracks
To push through other side
If only you had mentioned
The view above divine
Uno
The one who
Teaches us how to
Love ourselves
Miss my heart
Swatch is ticking on
In retro fashion
Though heart skips
Seconds as if lingering
On the one beat
That you appeared
Though I feel it
In my bones
Your salty kisses
Sting my eyes
Leave no trace
Of colour
I am grey
Though speckled
Hundreds and thousands
All over my insides
Melting freckles
Tulip bells open wide
Silk lips reaching
For the sky
While my ruminating
Mind runs circles
Round repetitive
Stitching fingers
Weaving long nights
Of sleeplessness
Round thick blanket
Of contentment
To wear you like
A garment
Empty minute hand
Counting down
Days, hours
Till my heart
Misses again
Wake
Straddling the line
Between wake and dream
Endless streams
Of thought behind
As eyes open wide
Curled, startled inside
To face four walls
Laden with grey
Fringed with pics of wings
To ease into the day
I wrap my arms round
She stares up to sky
Kiss her forehead
Happy cry
Frazey pipes in to
Make it seem
I am ready to live
My waking dream
Gentlewoman
What I know
About gentleness
Found in you
Count the stars of heaven 