

An example ofIt is the morning. You creep across me, Stoke hair from my forehead, And kiss my brow. I hold my face in a sleeping frown. You pad away, The downstairs rattles with breakfast. I smile, Matching the warm dawn through your window And press my self into our shared pillow. When I awake later that warmth is reticent. Shutters are locked down inside, But I know, For one moment, we were a world.An example of


Left over.Last night's take out stinks my floor. I kick the remains in an effort to hide the silence.Left over.


Of what was intendedA small rise in the hills. I clench my fingers into the soft fur of the earth. Here I am with purpose, Amongst the warmth of nature, Of what was intended.Of what was intended
I lie and gaze up into autumn skies, Skies that smile down and envelop me. On this occasion I desire no speech, Only the embrace of another world, To remind me I am not alone.
October 2007


Let us holiday to CornwallAnd I said, let us holiday to Cornwall, Stride across craggy moors And down through sand-swept harbours, Tramp over stretching bays And run with hands flung wide To catch the Cornish air, Hold it close, And pray to wild gods and old magic.Let us holiday to Cornwall
You told me to go back to sleep. I divorced you in the morning, Then threw myself from the cliffs of my dreams. That last rush was all the years I met the morning with your frown.
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