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Blue Sheets

the tears are gone

her eyes are dry

dawn breaks unblinking in the sky

 

I've confessed all

my conscience clean

surprised she did not make a scene

 

all those women

the casual lies

yet no questions or fluttering whys

 

no hint of shock

her sheets are blue;

I told her what she already knew

 

she'd sucked it up

loved me so much

forgiven all just f...

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Demanding Women

I'm a believer in change

variety the spice of life

sex a classic example

my contortions are rife

 

dog-eared my manual

illustrations now faded

after years of practice

I'm still not too jaded

 

girls get the benefits

novelties they enjoy

nocturnal gymnastics

with an original boy

 

yet some do quibble

my antics not enough

not eager to trapeze

in ...

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Bedroom Gothic

Things had stalled then tapered off

For Bill and Gwen had reached the stage

Where sex is what other people do

When love has turned its final page

 

Salad days gone and keen to downsize

They found a bungalow, cheap they said,

It had leaky flashing and woodworm

Above all, a full-length gilt mirror over the bed

 

That first night under a wrinkled reflection

As the pai...

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Crumbs

Love's remembrances can be painful

Lurking like snakes in your head

I find memories of our finest hour

Amid itchy reminders in our bed

 

The crumbs in my bed remind me of you

The way you brushed your hair for hours

How you sat on the duvet nibbling cinammon toast

Or sniffing posies of hothouse flowers

 

I still can't work out why you left me

The truth is I'm more t...

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