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The city below us
Cloudy sky above
The scent of your sweat
The night air
And your mum’s detergent
Surrounding us

A flash in the distance
Fireworks
City of magic
City of fire

Pushing the beds together
Not quite one bed
But close enough to spoon
To clasp hands across the chasm
‘You’re so far away’
I whisper
So you climb into my twin bed
And hold me tight
Hipbones sharp against my thighs
And finally I drift off

A toast to the couple
In our wedding finery
I sway in your arms and watch them dance
Countless new faces
My world gone bigger
Yet also smaller
I watch the palm trees outside
A gentle breeze, cooling after the press
Of the dance hall

A dusty attic, dusty books
The room of your youth, high in the hills
The stories I’ve heard come to life
In the sights and sounds of this city
A world of its own
Captured in your shining eyes
As you glance at me
And I see the boy you were once
Under the man you are now

I rest my head against your chest
Two thousand miles away from my house
Yet I am home

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Happy (poem)

I want to believe you 

              Are happy
But it is hard 

       When your body

               Is telling me

                       You

                            Are

                                 Not 


Astute

Connected by technology,
in bed with each other,
though hundreds of miles apart
I’m reading Fight Club, I told him, and he made a face.

Really, I like Palahnuik
I said.

And he said,
I get that. But I thought you told me
That you don’t like who you are
When you like those kinds of books

And I’ve been questioning myself ever since.


I love you always

When I say “I love you”, I mean it.
It’s not something I shout in passion, and forget the next day.
It’s not something it will say to use you
Or to get something from you that I want.
It’s not a trade or a scam or a con.
It is not temporary, or something I will stop doing.

When I say “I love you”
It is for always.

When I say “I love you”
It means you are important
It means you are forever
It means you are mine.

When I say “I love you”
Which I don’t, not very often,
It is because you have become a part of me
And a part of my world
And a part of my heart.
And even when you are no longer a part of my life
I hold a sacred spot in my being, reserved for your spirit

When I say “I love you”
What I mean is,
Here is my heart, my world, my life, my soul.
You have changed it forever, just by being
And I will never be the same.
Not a day will go by without a thought of you in every hour
And, should we part ways,
I will never stop missing you.

When I say ,”I love you”
I am sharing with you a gift
The only one I can offer
The gift of me
Of who I am, deep inside, in the places no one else sees
My secret soul, the place I am afraid to show too many people
For fear the sacred will be profaned.

When I say “I love you”
It’s because you belong to that secret place
You belong within me
And I within you
Forever

When I say “I love you”
It is for always.


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