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L Curley Dec 2012
Give me anybody
Oh give me anybody*

Give me a forest stretching over lakes
Over hilltops unto the land’s end meet
I’ll walk for leagues until my knees buckle
Till I find a sturdy oak to be mine
It shall not be a noble tree, nor grand
But it will stand the weight of my embrace

Branches stretching into cerulean skies
My favourite sight
Sunlight through whispering slices of green
Enclose me in your tendrils
Take me within, my humble oak
I’ll carve out a home for myself
I’ll dust it with hot breath and cleanse with it tears
Live out my days in stoic peace
For wise minds know retreat triumphs
Over the tributary of great feats
Crawling up bodies of bark,
Binding bodies of blood
Tainted blue moss

Let me withdraw into you, I, an oak wife
I’ll weave your ghost-roots into my veins
If my oak should die, let me die too
These badlands are barren and unkind
My legs are made to wrap around your body
They will not bear the stony, unrelenting road
L Curley Dec 2012
Fickle, fuckable
All ***-hair and come to bed eyes
She stole away for solitary moments
Just to watch cigarette smoke rise
Feel the cold breeze bite
Unsatisfied
L Curley Dec 2012
I used to say ‘don’t you dare.’
Now I say ‘please, please,
Don’t leave.
Just hold me, let’s pretend.’

But I could not,
The illusion's end.

You could not,
Give up your little attempt,
Your pathetic pretense
To be the man
You think you want to be.
I was not,
Weak-willed enough
To fit in with your little game
A pretty play-thing
The role I'd played.

Unexplained
It grew like a parasite.
Til one day I paralysed it
But it remains
Lodged in tunnels,
Inside my brain
When my guard is down
It eats away

You presented a mixed array
Of sincerity, lies and games,
'You're the one leaving,
I won't change.'

Lying in those sheets,
Where others lay.

It tore me apart,
That night,
That by nature
I was helplessly strong,
I was driven away
When my protector
Punctured my inflated heart.

I did not arm myself
With reasons, dignity.
Regretfully I let it
Eat away,
Always wishing,
I could lower myself,
To play that stage.
L Curley Dec 2012
How can I recall the past? when I can’t even remember your face, I can’t even remember your voice.
All I've got is your jewellery box and your writing in chalk, probably not worth a lot.
I save the box for the moments of loss that feel like I’m scraping nails down a wall with no foothold.
Within the lining I can, if I concentrate, recall your scent. Sometimes I open up your old lip-balm and wear it sparingly. Loose as it may be, it’s as though you’re reality and touching me.
Emersed in these moments, I forget, you’ll always be someone I never knew.
L Curley Dec 2012
I wish we lived in the city,
So your voice could answer, ‘I’ll be there soon,’
Struggling with the other sleeve
Coming home to me

You can end my painful introspection,  no prescriptions –
You give me a look, that lets me know  
How it’s okay
To laugh
At it all

If we weren't miles apart, I wouldn't be putting up walls,
I wouldn't find myself running in and out
Of stronger arms and weaker hearts,
Clinging on, trying to feel like I belong.
**The same city.**
L Curley Dec 2012
Freckles make your back a map
Seabirds circle but they lack
Grasp of what youth endures
Vacating summer shores
Carrying their lives to sea.

Mechanically they return
For bright months they did not yearn-
Only their homecoming retells
Of warmth and hope in summer spells
Of ploughed soil, banked country roads
And feathers bent not under loads;
Put-to-side partners reconcile,
Their lives measured in sea miles
Time comfortably slipping away,
Together living easy days
Until they fly on.
L Curley Dec 2012
Tumble into dream, you’ll sleep easier now,
You bid the empty room.
Slipping away, if I ever grasped you,
Except in my shame and your appetites.
Tumbling in circles as you ease to sleep
But still my trick begs your deliverance
Twisting my ear

Your breathing levels and my trick grapples,
For a detail missed, an overlooked sign
Sweating, shivering in my own contrivance
Lost to me and nothing to you
We do not touch

My trick does not leave me as I open the door,
The grating of your laugh and the dancing in your eyes
It narrows the darkness into the thinnest strip,
I am once more in the light,
The synthetic stripes
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