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Missing Heart

Poetry I wish I didn’t love you, but I do.Yearning, hoping, waiting watching,Searching for you in every crowd.Listening for the sound of your voice, but there is only silence. I wish I didn’t love you, but I do.You have tattooed yourself across my soul.Your kindness, your caring, your mind.With your absence, I am missing my …

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Too Late Now

Poetry It’s too late now The gap between the languageHas grown too far to bridgeAnd meet for comprehension once more It’s too late nowTo contact each other acrossThe mountain of silenceThat has grown between us The icy, craggy barrier has scarred over and increasedTo block any path for return Only the air is leftTo hear …

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I. Song for Bilitis

Poetry My Bilitis, you are most beautiful in candlelight. Yourlips red like wine, hair blue-black like the night sky, andyour eyes glimmer like the moon on the river. No living soul may see us that night. Come morning, westay hidden under sheets like wearing one chemise. Yourwhispers fall on my lips. The sun rises, and …

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Two

Poetry (for my son) You were sweet, bolshie, and two.I was betrayed, broken, broke.Reckless, we’d spent three pounds that weekat Oxfam, on a children’s tea-set: pink and green plastic, weird fat teapot shaped like a cabbage, as if the makershad nurtured a subliminal plan to get children to eat their greens. For a kitchen, an …

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