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When you take my cold hand the tingles

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Shake my spine awake as bristles fall
Gaze slides over the streetlights the lamp
I fell onto dreaming of you and wishing
You would take me again through blood
The smile when you saw my scarred nose
The fear in your eyes the warnings before
I miss sitting on your chest I miss you
Pulling my legs close while I wriggle on
Your fallen angel keep you close to me
Our fallen angel keep me tight to you
The way the heart hurts for what it wants
The way my mouth gets wet to see you
Prayers I say to the night the moon
Its dead gods whisper in my ears that
Thing of ours like my child kicking is still
Breath in my lungs catching your stare
As you fill me and plant me and make me
Trees have it easier they don’t have to go

I never want you to leave so

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If I don’t let you in you can’t
Right I mean that’s how that
Works and so what if I’m never
Happy at least I’ll never breathe
A breath knowing you left me and
Find my own air tastes different
Rots the lungs drips out the pores
At least
Though five minutes is worth
The seeping whistle of a puncture
For eternity if with you

The kettle clicks and you won’t

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Get up because that next line on
Telly is in your mouth the cushion
Edge of your seat is dripping over
You’re almost in a yoga chair and
Somewhere vapour cools so you
Light a cigarette and smoke dances
Sweats the little coughs that sound
Like asking you reveal your brand
You move your eyes you call help
To get the kettle and change channel
And change and demand the same
Rewind remixed grainier than before
Your VHS screaming tapes a light
Blue-grey a colour just above hospitals
And if I touch anything it does not belong
To you so I hold my fingers close
As I listen to the world in your mouth or
The telly that glows on your face
Pales in the pale radiation another ad plays
To my silence lost in the glare of this smoke
Breathes my pores and I taste the line
Like almonds or snacks which sit salted
Beyond our reach

When I talk you hear petals in the wind

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When I talk you hear petals in the wind
A wheeze of pretty vapours from my red
Lips some siren singing out of tune cries
Before your dull pupils as you speak
This is her this is the mad one Cassandra
Licks your ears wet and thick dumb
I drip nectar on your floor I sip your heart
The spirit wind fills these aether veins cut
By arrows crushed under foot under wheel
This death is a love poem and life sears
Open tips shut the flow to bottle up wisdom
On the draw of a fool card some back alley
Game you like to wonder by watching
Pictures move beyond your hands your eyes
Money drops you see it slide from this purse
This grip you had not considered loosening so
While I spread my legs you strut away and
Dogs take their turn knotting you say
That’s what she wanted and I say I’ll take it

Very clear sky tonight only two clouds

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Very clear sky tonight only two clouds
In the ink we’re floating above the water
Not winded like they usually are
Motioned we’re sitting on the concrete spur
Watching the sea pass us by pass in front
Pass the pebbles to our feet licking toes
Dragging us off into the current the lift
Air passes by our coats forelorn our t-shirts
The clouds are joining now that they see
We bathe in the moonlight glitter the eyes
Seed ears on the rocks cold hard on the soles
Never lack for warmth after dark when the
Moon speaks your name / in my mouth
And when the sun burns the same words too
Fit this skin but there the clear sky

Between the lines an artery gets fat

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Pale those fingertips on the cut glass
Swirling textures that rub the snake
Crack dividing truth like flesh
I thought you trusted now cold lips
Sticking as they part over white sheets
We lie straight in the blue half light
I drop an unwelcome plank a leg
On your blue I pull it back the way
Whatsapp messages are deleted
You talk you smile you kissed are
Accusations from between my cheeks
Where the tongue moved your fingers
Should have touched like the glass
Canyon that cuts them as I type
Away the last drops before the stop

Old poems like worn shoes small and torn

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Flap rubber and canvas on the concrete spent
You stride as ballet holding the bear warm
Close below your ribs and bunny ears on
Tattered sleeves pass cold pillars hold the sky
Echos whistling through your headphones
Skip in your step the bright lights in the dark
Shadows in the day slap the fuzz awake some
Shinflesh in the gravel I wish I could lay these
Lips on your lids and breathe the feeling thru
Your teeth as it fizzes my veins as it touches
These fingers but it lands off hides beneath a
Tongue burrows in the wax and whine we
Wear our old badges that remember death worse

I caught you in my trap

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That springs to rub along sides
Grasp and hold in warm places
You thought some libertine’s
Evening that these bodies
Would stop your capturing
So wanton a hare as this
Loose on your lot and holding
My hips some sachets of condiment
Served for this blissful moment
Ghosts possess the mind’s eye
Totemic emblems are tossed

The fact of a mythological meeting
Is always lost whether
In faerie caverns or converted
Bedrooms the feel of my flesh
Between your fingers recedes
Dreamt away with the flaccid joy
Of distinctly female caresses
Needing to be touched
The alarm clock and the bottle unfinished
The questions dissolved in ultraviolet daylight

You walk away with a limp or

Otherwise encumbered

More of the Same

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A dark Soho street or wherever there’s some red light
Basement drinking wine bars with charming waiters
Conversation and red blood flowing in the town’s
Ghost rivers that drown below the pavements but really
I mean the moonlight and the yellow street lamps and
You taking me to a place telling me what wines to buy
Sometimes I just want to be a girl a woman like the way
They said like romance and broken hearts unwanted
Pregnancies I just want your voice in my ears and you
In front of me in your subtle way and smelling the wine
That has been in your mouth and looking up and down

I digress

A harsh reality that unfolds like out of a song the wine
Dragging us away into some den of iniquity by which
We mean a side street with the lights out and the tall
Men in the street with their air of knives feeding drunk
Me for which you will be required to pay because
I’m your lady and knives and later we walk through
Endless bunker corridors of a block of flats of rooms
In this safety on this rough blue carpet in your sweet bed
The look in your eyes you understood what’s in me
You saw me and liked me you knew me and gave me up
For shame and that’s all there is it is now ended and
I’m not alone but I’m not with you and I want you
Sometimes but otherwise it’s just more of the same

She cut loose over the copse

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The morning bird:
Singing into the fog of early dew, cutting the dull
Dank clouds with velvet wings, sharp as knives.
I watch her between the long, easy breaths of branches
And their leafy veils, following her flight through
A tunnel of clear dry air until all begins to soak
With mourning tears whilst the fields and woodland
Stir, and somewhere I catch her mounted by a fairy,
Driven down underneath the roots to elven kingdoms.

I drop into my puddle of lost veils: here below,
Where the leaves are sweet with fire colours.
They stare out from their spines. They crackle
Like rotted twigs in the wind, or tiny bones.