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Love
Is not a bloom
To be cultivated
And cut when in flower

Love
Is not a song
Heard dancing down
From a radio

Love
Is not fruit
To be plucked, ripe
From a high branch

Our love
Is not

You’re it
All look at me
Tell me what you see
Full of it

Dancing
After the beers
All without fears
Full of it

Watch out
The girl in your sight
Might just cause a fight
You’re full of it

Catch her
She doesn’t have so
Far to fall, then go
Full of it

A drink in a bar
Begins the tale
Cigarettes smoked outside
Later still dancing
With strangers

A walk somewhere
Continues the tale
Streets you don’t know
Alleyways and pavements
That seem familiar

A last taxi ride
Finishes the tale
The only way back
You don’t know
The way home

A summer which was on fire
You read of it in papers
We saw the dropped match, grassfire
Fled to safety, talked later
Of what we saw

We witnessed the blaze’s thirst
How the spark touched the dry grass
Into flame, after a burst
Of power we couldn’t pass
For a moment

Trapped, witness to the burning
Bushes, trees, fleeing creatures
Dried undergrowth, fast catching
Conflagration, Mother Nature’s
Retribution

Remember when we typed
Blurred words of ink on a page
Old typewriter, carbon paper
Later we couldn’t sort
Original from copy

I got annoyed by your lack
Of care for which was first
That hurt, so we laid them out
Page by page, side by side
Sought some form of order

For some reason the way round
Mattered the most to me
A contrast between start and finish
I couldn’t diminish my worry
You were indifferent

That spring sunshine
That beguiles and lies
Makes you step out
Forget yourself, cast a clout
Now you shiver and he smiles

That bud of blossom
That frosts the edge
Of trees and lines
The road with petals, signs
Of nests in bush and hedge

That new born foal
That tucks at mother’s feet
Legs not yet set
Still unsure. And then we met
His smile, the sun, as we greet

The contagion is over
Its diffusion a contusion
Across flesh
As he bled.

All the pills and the potions
To mask the emotion
Covered his face
As he aged.

The rich crimson of disease
Spread: poison moved
Through his veins
As he wept.

The motion of the canker
Caused sores, corruption
Left him empty
As he slept.

The first one, or the
Next, you should have just said so
That is how friends speak

He whispers
Sweet somethings
Into her ear

She drinks in
The sugar-sound
Till intoxicated

A fine flush
Of sugar-rush, blooms
Across her cheek

Addicted,
She feeds on refined
Words and raw ideas

An experiment
Candy stripe kisses
And sweet shop

Experiences
Cola bottles, a crackle
Of space dust

Then nothing
Just the light headed
Giddiness of lost love

Hush, hush
You say to the wind
As it sweeps through the trees

Hush, hush
You say to the rain
As it pounds to the ground

Hush, hush
You say to the birds
As they call to the skies

Hush, you say
As the wind drops
As the rain stops

Hush, you say
As the birds flock
And fly away