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I love London
I love London
with you
by neon
It's where we
fell in love
not lust
but lust
enough to trust
in two
The falling-in
over delicate patisserie
gilded by snowy sucre
sliding off Fortnum & Mason platery
sticky fingers
fumbling
The kiss-
Oxford Street
tumbling masses
oblivious to
suave tweed
lapel livery
smelling
like a Dior poster boy
I taste the air
around my lungs,
reaching for divinity
a lone sparrow
that carries
a sacred missive,
in a perfect language
words that spoken together
stir hearts as one,
bringing all
to a place of knowledge
immovable
but traveling fathoms,
only ever touching
on the profound
never
(too much too soon)
Augurs will pronounce
peace to multitudes,
as in the opened wings
of a dove,
the first scribe of truth
lets one feather fall
In grief we find strength through tears
And we build memories with our smiles
Each day shadows give way to light
And we remember and cherish laughter
So do not embrace sadness today
But rejoice for what has been
And as time passes so will pain
Leaving the essence of who we are
It was within his power
He’d trained for all of this
He had the means to stop it
but watched them die of evil’s kiss
There were no pleas of mercy
“Kill me, I won’t resist”
Shoot me with your gun
beat me with your fist”
The question nagged at him
Were they really wrong?
How could they be so sure
could he ever be that strong?
To stand and witness for a truth
he wasn’t sure he knew
After all, what they said;
just another’s point of view
I saw this angelic little boy
eyes so blue, big head of blond curls,
which he'll probable bemoan in years to come,
gorgeous smile
Look now, my love, look now,
As candlelight warms the mirror,
The beauty’s in the eyes, dark gulfs to draw unwary lust
To lips delicious with anticipation of another perfect kiss,
Fingers bright on your smooth darkness
Ringlets of your earthen hair
Tickling my nose
And heart
Watch now my love, watch now,
I’ll lift your heavy breasts
With cupping hands to show the curves
Of soft delight time cannot paint
With any familiarity, for wonder
At their warmth and fullness
Catch my breath each time I look
I have seen tougher wives
but
thank god
I ain't not your hubby
and
perhaps
he too deserves some empathy
I love to send him my sympathy
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HAPPY DIVALI
to all Indians across the globe.
come to you
pouring like lashed thoughts
hot cedar sweats in steam rooms
tears of a dove falling
like the cloistered frost tanks steam
climbing
a hiss in sleep
gathered like a white wound
the bow of wings
in a shroud
while snowflakes nestle
the dark brows like shadows
neath a trestle
usher rush starts
like water
turning in its thoughts
purity
in the cold
secure as the band
of gold
Here and There
Byron Bay
The use of excellence,
being all in all.
The magic word pitched just so.
The felt voice knowing where and when.
Such confidence!
Things speeding past,
ragtime to future perfect.
Love and loathing in a fraught paradox.
More hoops to jump through.
A list of words wrapped like a tourniquet,
a holding pattern
of deals and ideals.
Randwick
The Pacific hangs like a headline
above
the distant jostle of apartments.
When its all around you, when it surrounds you.
Mouth hid, but it calls you
You wish to explore know her more ,but you ignore.
Her Faint voice calls you.
Don’t look, your fear has made you insecure .
You have got to understand,
You’re not wanted , you’re needed
But for you to take heed of the need,
You have to first bleed.
You choose to resist.
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