BURNING STARS 

  We are liars, all and often, lying in folds familiar, hoping for holds to fill the failure, settled into settlements we never wanted but thinking something, anything, this thing is better than nothing, while the Poet prefers to pen the pessimism than to perish with it. And still we are liars, the pen turns […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 18; TRAVELOGUE

  I In the park bodies are bare and bending in sweaty forms, see the skin still salivating as if fresh from the frolics, when we were fondled and found, some born to be bound and then others; fickle fools thinking thrusts were as true as trust. But truth is told only in time; touch […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 3; LINES AND LANDSCAPES

What are we but lines crossing, lanes connecting, leaning on lovers lying next to us? What are we but colours caught out of context, in corners too curt for comfort, so often a reflection already faded, a ripple unreadable, a trace too tepid to be touched, a shade too subtle to be seen. Blue, like […]

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LEFT OVERS

Soft skin, like silk, draws hands caress in darkness as we warp and weft our fragile frames in gyrating games, crisscrossing lust with lies and trusting thighs, ties. We are bruised blankets baying on beds of yesterday’s toils; cotton soils and sweaty spoils. Silk, like soft skin, slips from touch too swiftly, too much sewn […]

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THE SCENTED ROAD

The 30th poem on the 30th day of April for National Poetry Writing Month   And on runs the road, rushing in rings around us, faster than feet can find footing,  brisker than bodies can breath,  holds lost in the hustle and hurry, securities slipping by the sidelines, hearts hurtling off into hills  parted and […]

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ALL THE LOVERS

A thought for all the lovers All those perfect precious pairs, The ones with hearts all hopeful The we’s, the us’s and their’s, A thought for all those holding hands Keeping couples connected, Who sneak a kiss along aisle 5 Who tempt and tease, thrust and thrive, A thought for all the cuddles, The spooning, […]

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SHADOW AND LIGHT

At 22, I knew as much of myself As the exotic world I’d just found With streets willing me To walk them Witness them And be wooed by them. My twenties Had typically emerged As a decade to be a no one; An empty slate to be carved upon Before my thirties would find me […]

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MOMENTS IN A WINDOW

  An old man Crossed the street Below my window And I wondered to myself Where my future would lie. I put my hands to my face And still smelt of you As if your body still Entangled with mine. I am now fully clothed Though just moments ago Lay nakedly revealed In your arms, […]

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