If only    this kiss
can pour into your mouth so my
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­thoughts flow north to your mind
and down to where your heart
hides south

“Words are everything”, said the poet
And he was willing to let them go
to continue to love her

You’re the most beautiful word in our vocabulary
you are the diction that defines the dictionary
you are the word not found in a thesaurus
a phrase cannot hold you nor a chorus
no letter is worthy to arrange you
no lip or tongue to sound you
you are the most beautiful
experience to my ear
a song of songs
my dear

I love paint on my fingers
the smell of oils on my skin
but you on my canvas
are my art
and everything

Sleep,
you deserve some rest
Tomorrow
You’ll be stronger
You’ll stand proud
You’ll even smile
And laughter…it will come

So sleep, be at peace
Have some rest
It’s been a long day
A tough day
But you were brilliant
You were beautiful
you can do this
And you will do this

“You don’t know how good you got it”,
she said.

“You don’t know how good I make it”,
I reply.

good in part, still falls apart

though making most
of what you got

you still wonder why

You gotta like love
Like a good cold warm dish
Losing a chance on one wish
A saltless main meal
A genuine touch you can’t feel
Like lukewarm coffee
Ants stuck in toffee
Warm soft watermelon in summer
Shrivelled cold fries the day after
A delivered bitten slice of pizza
Uber, two hours later
A flat glass of Coca Cola
A wet cold doona
A missing piece at the end of a puzzle
A resentful bitter cuddle
Matchsticks with wet strikes
Your best poem with no likes
Oil stains on a monopoly board game
A long conversation with a forgotten name
You gotta like it, to love it
Just like, we like loving

Words that break a poet
only hurt the world

Words that heal the world
only make the poet

Eyes may be the window to the soul
but your eyes are the door to my heart

Except for one thing

…he’s not me