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For Fortune

 

We met again, in the rain this time
on bikes, in a road
with my tongue knotting, hands shaking, 
the bird in my mouth, fluttering— 
                                      my knees were weak
wobbled, toppled, 
                                      fell off to the pavement
the bike wrapped around me like an exhausted
lover, 
          rain pooled in my clenched lids. 

I o...

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For Time’s a Thrifty Whore

Boxers round ankles, making murmurs I held you. Kissed you. 
A radiator clung to, I heated the bed. 
You grabbed my thighs. Eyes undressed me though I was bare. 
A smile upturned my mouth.
I memorised every angle, shadow of your face.
Washed my mind of everything except how you’re made. 
My finger followed the bones down and lingered there. 

Hand in hair you leant to me eyes close...

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For Ways To Not Fall In Love

One,

I will not ask your name
in case it becomes my new lullaby
turned over and over again.

Two,

I will not kiss you first
in case pecked it remains with me
a silent signature of your lips.

Three,

I will not dance with you
in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams,
watching between Love and Like.

Four, 

I will not tell you my hopes
in case you fall for those
...

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For My Unloved

 

For My Unloved

 

I will not write you a poem, for it is likely that you do not read.

 

I will not perform a song for you, for I cannot sing

or bring myself to learn these things.

my voice is that of a washing machine gurgling.

 

Let it be known!

 

I will not crush the stars into lanterns to light your darkness

don’t be stupid.

Nor will I mak...

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For Help

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The For Series

For  Help

 

open, sore

unwelcome untended

shackled, chain, body maimed,

unmendable labels gained

 

enamoured, hammered,

paranoid, no android:

we

 are

 human.

 

illogical, fleeting, hearts-weeping,

gleaming dreaming

us

condemned.

 

To think of this

to think of this

to think

 of

this

...

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