Dear B,
Your memory has captured me
In a moment I unravel
At the thought
Of how I left
So alone and bereft
Remembering your face
Gives no relief
Be well knowing
All of me recalls
The way it felt
To be alone
With love.
Love letter to B
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Category Archives: Biography
Words on repeat
A silent morse code
Pulsing across waves
Heart beat
Constant
A flashing light probe
Late night glows
Lighthouse
Comfort
A font pouring out
Case in point
Dreaming
Contain
All saying sameness
Suredness daily
Proclaiming
Calming
Read this
Only one
To miss
Where do you go?
Red Leather
Room to grow
Retreat
Where can I go
To unwind
From the drama
Of life?
To call home
Remnants
Fragile and bound for posterity
Our parallel narratives
Collided for a time
Drank in like wine
Left us sobering
Waiting for the next flight
To anywhere
Warm blooded memories
Remain and regain
Lost ground in love's
Demilitarized zone
Rejoice, I have a home
Cosy on the shelf
With volumes of unspoken prose
Sing it in the street
Chanting,'who will keep me now?'
Lost love archives
Dust off faulty pride
And bloom in hidden rooms
As night lights glow
Brightly
Smelling her sweet perfume
Faint air of blossoms
Sting of nettles
Scent of leaves
Fluttering freely
Rain is coming
Shelter in with me
until the weather
turns us round again
Reflections
Divine Femme
Who laid out
All the stars
In their spheres
For me to admire
Do you sense
Your power
Over me?
The muse's muse
who broke
Cupid's heart
She is calling
Me out
Crawling out
Of my shell
To what end?
To admire her
And her world
Her stories
to tell
Thomas Wainewright Collection, TMAG.
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