The one who
Teaches us how to
Love ourselves
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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
Dew point
Her words fall
Dew drop early morn
Melting sun
Lunar
Something changed
While I was waiting
For you too
Inspiritus
Into life we delve
Retrieve treasure
Fossick through debris
Until we come up
Breathing, gasping
Wantonly inspired
To give shape
Form with words
So to reach
Into another's soul
To revive, cool, soothe
Another heart on fire
Burning out all fuel
Staring at smoking remains
She looks up and smiles
Whispers my name
Stories grow legs
Read themselves
Back to me
Giving life to them
Now never
Alone
Cliffhanger
A love like a thriller
Insecure intensity
Never knowing
What's round the corner
Affection dangling
Open bare
Viewing platform
Overhanging
Grand Canyon
Asking sweetly
Please don't
Cut me down
Else I'll drown
Beating heart held
In your hands
Till tenderly
Wrapped around
My feet return
To ground
Sweetness
A tonic to cure
All my ills
Spoonful of sugar
Swallow bitter pill
A mellow taste
For even hour
Honey and lemon
Sweet and sour
In careful measure
Or else is dicy
Just a pinch
Of sweet with spicy
A perfect match
I ever did meet
Kiss tips fingers
Salty and sweet
Study for an angel
Unfinished work poised
Graphite brings to life
It is her
Or a great ancestor
Also looking into me
With cool blue eyes
I surmise by their clarity
Following gaze
More striking than
Mona Lisa
To be continued
Should years between
Remain open to
Chance meetings
A love that does not
Need to say, achieve
No affirmation
Endless invitations
Abandoned
As fruitless as asking
A native bird to
Fly to finger
Quietly observing
Turn around again
The view from here
Is beautiful indeed
Count the stars of heaven 