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I hope she kisses you
With closed lids
Because when you leave
She’ll find you
In others’ lips
Shaking with all the coffee
wood tables, stairs, chairs-
this cafe is made with the slain,
with old spirits. It's too warm.

Out there walk by the day-mares; toothless and alone,
confused and wandering.
Family in prison, army, lost.

Others waltz with bulging
plastic bags,
adorned with beloved brand names,
kissed with reciepts,
blessed for ignorance
"beautiful."

A tiny girl across teh street with a smudge on her face smiles.
I pull a thin curve, wave a little.
Unto a land that no longer cares.
No longer breathes.
looking out that long window at the street.
Sitting in my window seat
looking at the stars, the sky
blackish red, with tiny lights anew...

Setting sun was dreamy
with pink,
blues and purples and sometimes violet
shinning all at once ...

The sun sets, the sky darkens
and my love for you, skims through
ages of color, your touch, holds me
and it seeps through every cloud
every word, that you write, every heart
that rejoices, of colors...

As we lay in each others dreams
as we touch each other minds
.. the kiss I feel every time you speak,
every tear that falls that you brush away.....

Your pen sends love with every stroke
and as my heart breaks you kiss it thousand times
you the one that lifts me up and tells me ,
you that pushes me and touches my face
you that tells me i am worthy,
you my love that is everything ....

As the fire burns, as the love stirs
and I see you far away, the air stirs
the sun sets again.... and there it is
our colors mix inside our different worlds
but you love me anyway ....

The whispered words
between our souls, my red satin dress
twirling around our legs, as you dance me
into your life ....

Kisses forever... my love*

Debbie Brooks 2014
She's smiling, but she's hiding.
Every girl is like the moon,
Parts are almost always hidden.
I learn those parts first,
and just watch the rest.

**-N.C.
A young girl
Pale
In grey rags
Sits outside Tower Hill station

I walk past
on my way to work

I hesitate

Can I really walk past?

I return

‘Are you ok?’
‘No’

‘Have you anywhere to go?’
‘No’

‘Do you have any money?
‘No’

She has a slight accent, somewhere European
I give her a five pound note

She smiles
Truly, smiles

‘Thank you’

I leave

And my heart aches for her
And all suffering
Summer 2014
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