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love lost

​your heart thud-thudded, your breath mingled with mine,


our bodies wrapped close, like fresh twine,


you said you’d love me, forever and more,


today I look for you,

in open windows,

through every closed door

The Standard Model …

The Standard Model …

bygone kisses
hungry breaths

all our lives
all
our
loves

all just
a couple
of particles

like
me & you
as we model

standardly
entrenched

and
as we
strum
plucking strings

while
hearts go busily about
rearranging things

as
particles do

10-4

alive …

lashed against jagged truths

plumbing the depths of hollow emotions

straining to hear
your voice calling me back

aching to taste
your breath scalding my lips

pining to feel
forgotten whispers murmured

swirling around
the rapids

gasping for air

nursing a simple dream
nothing grandiose

to feel
once more

alive.

alive …

Digging deep, entrenched,
barricaded against love’s bayonet,
securing the heart,
impregnable, shielded,

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but,
love breaches the lines.

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The defences crumble,
walls of steel melt away,
shields are lowered,
minefields disappear,

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as,
love overwhelms the night.

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Alone now, desolate, exposed,
my embattled heart lies injured,
the fatal blow being dealt by you…

…in the trenches, in love.

Parallel Lines

I am lost, and broken,

trapped alone,
in a foggy crevasse,

wedged between sanity | madness | anguish.

I lose, and break,

memories taunting,
my waking thoughts,

stripping me bare | naked | exposed.

I survive, barely breathing,

slipping deeper,
into nothingness,

feeling little | shattered | numb.

I am incomplete, without you,

broken and fatigued,

gnawed by emptiness | desolation | pain.

I persist, each breath futile,

crushed, yet alive,

comforted knowing only,

that you breathe | you live | and you love.

Port of Call



Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,

soothing pained memories away,

to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,

on a quest for solace,

ever so hard to find,

yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,

as the tide cleanses all pain,

and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,

that hushes the ache of bygone moons,

tasting the salty tang on my lips,

as the burnished sun,

over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,

for a slice of solitude,

as memory bids a final adieu,

reaching under the sea so vast,

and seeking comfort in the depths,

while embracing,

the tomorrows to come,

wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,

as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,

with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,

wishing the waves would wash away,

the defences that once stood,

like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

Burnt

No crackling sounds,
or smouldering embers,

not even a hint of a wisp of smoke,

no heat felt at all.

Still, a fire rages,

scorching through the canyons of my memory,

in sweltering waves of loss,

without a whimper, or a thundering roar.

Yet,

I stand alone, seemingly unscathed,

but,

burnt to my very core.

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