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Such Sweet Sorrow

 

    As loath to cease breathing


the briefest interruption -count in minutes-


of young lovers begins, as so much,


with an exchange: the parting kiss.


    Thoughtfully curry-combing horses before 


one long dark trek; sharing silently 


the feast to safeguard against famine.


    Art's lady, you draw a timeless moment into time;


giving the perfect answer without a question ...

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Polyester Fluorescent Workwear?


   
      If things were so spun that I 
dressed my lady I'd gaze on an Aztec princess.
A summer's warmth her eyes radiate! Jade and gold 
catch the light. Charms and tokens of love 
sparkle in earnest. Silks and feathers shimmer;
bring motion to emotion in my view.
For my life as backdrop I am ecstatic.
This is the picture to die for. 
     Back here in this flat world, England 2017, 
s...

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Love Begins At Fifty

It happens we meet late in life

The suspicion is an onside Sun leaned in 
a few paces closer this day, 
ensuring our faces glisten
in a good light- how could we say?

We are without claws to catch the promise

Certainly we may 
refer to a spectacular blue sky,
as all clouds are urgently called away,
should passing juggernauts threaten
the suggestion of a grey day.

Basking in our c...

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Before The Angels

But for the almighty roar even Ocean would lay low;

      without reflection of Sun dancing diamonds, plain old grey.

But we weave the strand

      together you and I squeeze your hand the tighter.

This day one hard wood bench feels just for us

hopeful pigeons assess us, for all the world like badly stuffed toys

      without the magic of wings lifting them high.

Before their ...

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