I watch your pulse.
Head thrown back,
Revealing neck.
Naked and soft:
Vulnerable as life itself.

The thought that 
One day, it will cease,
Terrifies.
I don't have to have you,
Always, though I'd like.
I just need,
For you to Be
Somewhere, 
Alright.

Pick Pockets,
poc marks,
empty forks,
and broken halves.
Tramps Pants,
twisted shoes,
shattered optics,
run down blues.
Open Fires,
and tin can tunes,
under passing,
illicit moons.

Vagrancy;
is the life
for me, says he;
The Supertramp,
tramping on-
Banking on,
tomorrow's 
Booze.
'Hell no, can i lose!'

I feel strange today
cold
impatient
Un-kind.
I wish to believe
In you more
But what
do we have
in common,
Lover?
Other
Than flesh
that burns
and breath
That crashes
Yet turns 
to acid, 
come morn.
Un-kind morn.
The Dawn
of doubt
in grey.

 Seashells

I think of old lovers,
Turning them over
Like pretty shells.
And I dont regret a thing;
Least of all
Giving up shell collecting,
For you.

I'll leave them then,
For the seagulls and the shrieking children,
Now I've found my bed,
Amongst the seaweed 
And salt spray.

And I'll comb the beach
With you now, love.
Finding pathways,
And castle-building,
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 Like August
You come on like August,
But I cant speak of such things,
At this distance.
It seems an age! (though none at all),
And whats this prickling
Down the spine?
Anticipate, anticipate.
For bonds are cruel
And cut,
While bated-breath extends,
Past the horizons,
And you; 
You come on like August,
In my mind.

Pins and Needles
How is it, that I know you so well
You're like some appendage,
I've always had,
But never learnt
Full use of.

So suddenly, you return.
Like Pins and Needles
Have plagued the years between
And circulation resumes,
Only to find, how strange,
I knew you
All along.

My little stranger
The shadow of which
I've run from, without realising
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Perhaps I will always love you.
You stole my sanity, all those years ago.
I clawed it back, but not my all.
My life was held…within your frame.
Oh, to know another minute of that blissful pain.
And even as I’ve scorned, despised, or tried….
I have love, affection, yes, even desire.
Like for no man else 
am I such a woman as you made me, as I made me,
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Puddles shot with rain:
a cacophony of eclipses.
Suns and moons,
in ripples widen: crash
and merge in sexy heaps

Somethings...

Some things can't be forgot',
Until replaced.
Only for another,
Can these old strings be released.

Some burns will forever
Leave a mark.
And some scars work as candles,
In the dark.

Love, as it burns consumes
All rage.
Ashes blow, and hearts become
A cage.

Broke
Something
Somewhere along the way,
Didn't.
Now,
Just a hole
An empty space
It
Should have filled.
Well,
Such a shame
Somewhere
Something along the way,
...
It didn't mean to
'Not',
But somehow just,
Couldn't.

Broke 2/What you need
Oh boy
Whats the matter
Why dont you just..
What?
get a 
grip, girl.

Why dont you just..

give a
shit, girl.

Its strange
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