She is quiet
even when speaking.
With much going on beneath the surface
it’s the things she doesn’t say
you need to take heed of,
for the secrets to her are locked up
within those silences …
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Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek …
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What prayers are given
within this holy silence —
How does the wish to be anointed
with the saving grace
of touch
manifest itself …
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He finds she lingers
like woodsmoke on a winter’s night.
A scent at once
pleasing
pungent
with memories he pulls close;
remembrance sinking its claws in
deep …
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Shall I lose myself in this
blackbird night, lush with silence
and dark thoughts that take root
to bloom in midnight’s garden?
Solitude and reflection,
is a mirror laid upon my cheek
and a sense of belonging is magnified …
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Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?
Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain …
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She wore red
for Independence Day,
first dates
and freedom attained …
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‘This window needs cleaning,’ I think to myself.
Silent Saturday morning unfolds
before me.
Autumn makes her presence known,
a haphazard scatter, gold
leaves upon verdant lawn …
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She finds herself back
in the game,
equal parts novice
and Mata Hari;
dating, a chess match …
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Is it naught but
a foolish notion
seeking to conjure you
out of the mist of memory
and longing, bruised and bittersweet…
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