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We Have To Be Together, Because We’re In Love

I am laced with lust and lyrics,
lost in my music and musings…

Must you ask me about this again?

We have to be together, because we’re in love.

It’s the simplest, sanest thing,
but you contort and complicate it,
because I’m out of reach,
according to your detractors,
but I’ve been by your side all along.

To your left,
laced with lust and lyrics,
silently, softly, my symphony snakes all around you,
louder as my love grows,
until I am an orchestra,
overwhelming the air around us,
my hand held by yours,
and the question answered.

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One More Tomorrow

Jazz in a smoke filled room,
outrageous scenes all around but your eyes are fixed up ahead.
A chanteuse is on the stage and on your mind,
naively nodding to her own beat,
nobody on her lips but you,
asking you to join her in a dream.

Can you take a chance?
Hold out your hands and ask them if they’re ready to make a wish.
Everyone deserves to be adored,
rabid in their desire,
rolling eyes and trembling lips.
You’re not sure you can resist, and yet…

Long ago,
over ten minutes ago at least,
vanishing was your master plan,
except now, you’re paralysed, rolling eyes, trembling lips,
singing along with your sixty minute woman.

All that remains is to allow yourself all that she can give.
Something about it is dangerous, delicious and determined to damn you to hell…

Hell, it doesn’t matter, it’s just a place.
Last night has become this morning,
indecision becomes stalling…
Honestly, you’re a gift from God, and she’s way overdue a spoiling.

Of course, you could leave,
leaving yourself to wonder “what if?”,
learning little of the love that could be,
if only you’d climb the stairs of the stage, like you used to climb trees,
stare into the eyes of your siren,
tempted and tricked in the most troubling, gratifying way.

Eventually, it will all be up to you,
resist if you want… but that’s no fun.

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Covenanted Friendships

Your hand is a land mine,
resting with reluctance by my side on a Sunday morning,
fingers twitching,
mirroring my own,
my lonely atom bomb,
burning to crash and create chaos,
but resisting as we, two room mates,
two best friends,
two soul sisters sit in silence.

Inseparable,
innocent and inwards with our emotions.
I never think it out loud,
or even too loudly in my head,
but you are the love of my life,
and one day,
we’ll explode these benches,
our hearts soaring through searing skies,
unconfined,
undeterred,
immaculate.

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My Winter Wind

You have a reputation,
fierce and formidable,
my winter wind,
whipping up trouble.
You become a breeze,
so soft against my scorching soul,
so cold with all you know,
but biting against my fingertips,
almost a butterfly kiss,
a sweet secret,
because I am your lover.