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92 – Cafe | Submissions
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To K, who kept opening my eyes. 90 – Poppins. 92 – Cafe. November 19, 2010. And if I sit here long enough in this. Cafe, in this city, in this state. Of hopeless yearning, then I might not miss. You walking past this window, if I wait –. Your pretty feet may touch this pavement, kiss. It briefly, skate: and you might fill my plate. With sweetness, topping up my mug with bliss. But it’s about a thousand cups too late. I still find it difficult to think of you living. It would be easier if you were dead.
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82 – Splinters | Submissions
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To K, who kept opening my eyes. 81 – Magic. 83 – And if →. 82 – Splinters. March 1, 2010. I see you such a lot. But not completely:. Catch you in the cut of someone’s hair. An edgy look which slices through me neatly,. Makes me think, until I blink, you’re there:. And though I know you might have gone forever. Fragments of you glitter, sparkle, shine. Like pieces of a fine and broken mirror. Splinters of its skin stuck deep in mine:. And so I see you, just not altogether. Closer to the truth. I leaped he...
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Submissions | to K, who kept opening my eyes | Page 2
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To K, who kept opening my eyes. Newer posts →. 84 – Once. March 19, 2010. To once again be lying underneath. Your body (that sweet burden) and belong. To you completely, almost: feel you breathe. Above and through me, there. But I’ve been wrong. Too badly, since, too often, don’t deserve. To touch even the earth that touched your feet,. Or share yr space: then how much less to curve. My limbs into your curves, become yr seat. O let my dreaming lie as lightly round. And let you come and go as freely as.
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From the start | Submissions
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To K, who kept opening my eyes. 1 – Reciprocity. I am the plug that powers up in your socket,. The engine firing when you turn the key,. The baseball flying skyward when you knock it,. The swimmer cradled in your deep blue sea:. You are the wild woods for my Davy Crockett,. You are the lock that shuts and sets me free,. You are the chain that grips and drives my sprocket,. You are ten sugars in my cup of tea:. And I’m the crossword happy when you crack it,. And you’re the tree my ivy twines about,. And s...
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Nescio | Submissions
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To K, who kept opening my eyes. 92 – Cafe. November 19, 2010. And if I sit here long enough in this Cafe, in this city, in this state Of hopeless yearning, then I might not miss You walking past this window, if I wait – Your pretty feet may touch this pavement, … Continue reading →. A bit more detail. Another way of looking at it. Closer to the truth. 90 – Poppins. September 5, 2010. You landed, like a kinky Mary Poppins… Continue reading →. Another way of looking at it. 89 – Constancy. August 19, 2010.
