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Ian Beckett Nov 2012
Coffee and texts Happy Birthday
Snow outside makes it a brrrrday

Slip sliding to colleagues’ bonjours
Your fixed smile will be de rigueur

Tonight your turn to buy the drinks
Friends will all be there methinks

You hoping that their thoughtful gift
Will give you a twenty nine candles lift.
Ian Beckett Nov 2012
Warm window-watching as winter hail hurts,
Spring surprise of sunshine frozen fingers,
Comfort wrapped hands around warm soup,
Global warming is better than global freezing.

Bedtime blankets stop shivering in spring,
Cosily cuddled and intimately intertwined,
Winter wind howling outside our cocoon,
Hands explore warm bodies’ hot promise.
Ian Beckett Nov 2012
The words that express the love from last year’s man
Warming the watery cold light of a winter morning
Expectant that flight will fill a cold bed with warmth
‘Soon’ is an empty word until ‘now’ arrives with a hug.

Dark mornings brighten the warm glow of waking
Interrupted slumber forgiven in comfort of closeness
Together in a time that is always too short for want
Magic touch soothes away the cares of the world.
Ian Beckett Jan 2012
Like a car without a driver
Like a plane without a pilot
Like a boat without a captain

Like a town without a person
Like a hole without a space
Like a map without a place

Like a suit without a man
Like a shoe without a foot
Like a hat without a head

Like a cry without a child
Like a bark without a dog
Like a smile without a face

Like me

Without

You.
You
Ian Beckett Nov 2012
You
You are
The sun in my sky
The stars in my night
The summer in my winter
The sand on my beach
The surf in my sea
You are.

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