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arrive by five
the heels of your boot
rise on the smokey
well of stairs

and the squeal of
the brass workings
on the stolid door

your a comfort to me
glide across the room
as the slash of hot sun
bathes you
the mercury

dig about in the old fridgedaire
and haul out the cold remains
of Vodka

tip back a thirsty throat
and the peach coral
lips suck down the
remaining ounces

and I gaze at the mole
between your breasts
amazed at the calm
dissaray of hair
loosened by the bay

sitting in my jeans
I was counting all the
bruises from the tussle
and the fall down the
first flight

broken the last glass
and still my foot is bleeding
on the old faded pink

faded pink like our love
how we court with
ache and torture
faded in our hot sun
and yet
stupendous I shine
for you like a ruddy constellation
drowning at the treeline
down where the wolves
and werewolves an
admire me

the brilliant mermaid
the bemused muse
reach out and hold
your hand in mine
reach out and touch
my cheekbone
as you look at the colour
of my eye

See I told you it was niether
blue nor green

and i can see your
eyes occilating
about the room

hear your soft tones
discuss the business
of your happiness
dashed with the odd
curse emotive

the golden sparkle
on your lids

you invade my poems
and dreams
with snappy wit
and charm

leave my thoughts
a hurricane
in a willow grove
running like green
flying like seaweed
in a storm

You slap me a twenty
and tell me to not
come home
without Skittles
or Starbursts
where you will
chew them noisely
as I try to write
with a six b pencil

and you make me wait
till Thursday for a
coffee i needed yesterday

I could howl
if you'd let

Style / type: 
Free verse
Editing stage: 


compilation of muses
clips from today even

how they all move me
drive me consume me
amuse me

that love can flow
in currents

and this madness
this damned madness
how it makes me smile
and prowl about my
city in my worn tired
dress shirts

face tanned and ruddy from
the days about
waiting for the ice to go out

author comment

*you're* a comfort to me...just a grammar error but this is just so strong and I admire the length you are able to sustain the poem and single thought weaving it together, I never feel like I am bored reading you and I am glad I joined here so I get to read some really good new poetry.

"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

I like to admit that I so read your comments
and they fall into a place where compliments
and comments arrive They are a careful
construct like your poetry and as is said
about this place I admire your poetry and
find in it an exquisite pace that I had forgotten
since putting down books for a time

author comment

Sensual cacophony.


"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

I like your subtle and strong visions of how you read my works

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