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love letter #81

we came together
more like a dragonfly
with torn wings,
essentially broken
yet able to find colors,
in a world, weakened with grays

i am still Melbourne
tied and bound,
unwashed city with
fewer clean spaces
than you remember

the sacrificial pot,
boiled and scrubbed,
we dipped toes in
and painted references
to holy light
from the twilight of stars

or it was the telescope
pointed into the universe,
from your room,
giving me astral
predictions

i still view the stars from here

small, insignificant things

when we collided and burst,
a cherry red down shivering thighs
i thought you would be there
all the way through all the mistakes

you went to London
and London became you,
adopted the uncomplicated person
i fell for

during the overture,
by the ballet's end
it was secure

it would be our Swan Lake,
a dying within a gentle scene,
played out when i told you to go

i watch the same dance
for so many different reasons now

that's why i wrote to you,
after all those ballets

i miss your brilliance

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There was a time I would have left my home for someone, now it becomes less likely although I've never said never and yes I have a yen for journeying and people I meet touch and affect me in poetry that I doubt I will ever be done writing it down but the person I refer to here in this series is long gone now with a life of his own but the memories were worth reliving in this poem :)

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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I never regret a memory I've made Ian, it's the best way to just smile and know it was an experience.

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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