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poise/pose

attractiveness attracts the eye

luring it in with symmetricalness

the patterns, the blurs, the filigree all patented

the colours all measured the lights well played and well lit

coyly shadowing away all that is imperfection

until you think it did not exist.

the struggles and snotty noses

the screaming and maddened ugly faces

the spitting, the snarling, the hisses and looks that could sear

the distressingly untasteful giggles, burps, snorts, farts, and guffaws

the haggard sleepiness

and drained hallowing of stress

all contained and framed within

a memory that knows better

and a mind that knows what to show

to the eyes that want to behold material proof

that perfection can be captured

and not forgotten

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Petits XII

It sparkles when spat on
It glimmers when wept on
If it ever was to…
It would only bleed dust

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a vine entwined

a leafy embrace

a subtle entreaty

a silent revenge

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awake through the hours

as weariness weighs

i fight slumber

to escape

dreaming of losing you

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 why don’t you know my favourite song?

is that just the only thing’s that’s wrong?

or has it just been too long?

what will i say

when i see you

finally

will i spy upon a stranger

will all those feelings stay as distant thoughts

will i break your heart

yet feel freed?

will i leave you

knowing that i’m leaving a part of me?

or will i know that you will always be mine

the very moment i see you?

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every

i am nothing in the face of your passion

i close my eyes and am taken away

disappearing into every longing contained in your sighs

i am reborn in every one of your smiles

i sink into every embrace

and rise with every finger trace

i am the constant re-affirmer

but you engulf me when you reply

for every word is blazoned with love

every dream held down with courage

every want held between our beings

every hope laid bare

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i dont want surprises

i don’t want surprises

spare me the bracketed sweet-nothings

the emoticons that mock feeling

the repetitious exchange of pleasantries

hyperbole can go find its own addict

poetry can go find some talent

songs can sing their own verses

i just miss the way

you whisper love

with your lips upon my lips

caught lingering

between our kisses

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only so long

it’s only so long before

the glossy moments repeatedly bidden become fadedly hidden

the flourish of wistful paeans sound simply stock and plaintive

the cajoling requests whine like wheedling beggings

before longings become too long to long for

before absence creates its own opaque void

and loss seeps into the bones

no longer held taut with waiting

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but a stranger

you know in your heart of hearts

were he but a stranger

we would simper in the knowledge of detachment

the sheer freedom to gawk and gawp and do no more

priding ourselves at cutting away from deplorable messes

….their loss not ours

but tied and tagged along

by blood, by age and yes by love

by gratefulness, by gratitude, and yes by admiration

by resentment, by anger, by disappointment and frustration

where every well-meaning change is met with an old dog’s protestation

i ask of a wisdom not forthcoming

i seek a love broken and forsaken

so that in my heart of hearts

i wish he were not a stranger

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a body of contradiction

a body of contradiction

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a body of weary congealed with pockets of greed

a body of integrity injected with hubris

a body of well-earned trust palsied by naivety

a body of selflessness given to bouts of sly selfishness

a body of dedication suffocating from a life of mistakes never learned

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one man’s self-inflicted wounds

diseases his whole family