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C Jun 2020
My lady drifted in her boat
She’s often there
Depths or shallows, fighting afloat

Time had rotted the wooden planks
They could not bear
Against the water, so they drank

In I plunged, futile thought I;
Done is the harm…
Till metal brushed upon my thigh  

The chain it landed in my hands,
My blacksmith arm
Trained and ready for this demand
For Tom
C May 2020
The English language knows no accurate
Description
Of feeling
“In love”

Of the creeping smile
When they enter your head;
Of the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.
When you lie together
Skin on skin,
A head on a shoulder
Nestled in.
Of the agony
Of parting ways –
Forever, or sometimes
Only for days.

L – O – V – E
Just one word.

Love for a child:
Love for a god:
Love for a parent:
Pet: Friend:
Love of house:
Love of home:
Love of sun,
Sea, fresh air!
Love for a partner:
Love for a lover;
They certainly bare traits
Of one another…
With a partner we may have
Real love;
Care, concern,
Empathy,
And sometimes we flash
That in-love feel:
Apaixionados.
Empassioned.

Filled –
Brimming,
Warm,
Beaming,
Sexed-up,
Loved-up,
Overflowing

Can we not behold the beauty of
Passion
For what it is?
No pressure for the passion
To deepen into love,
No pressure to make plans
To obey systems we despise,
No next steps,
Heart wrecks
No expect-ations.

Just
that creeping smile
When they enter your head;
And the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.

— The End —