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 Mar 2018 Marty
Mark Tilford
she sets the suitcase on the floor
after a weekend together
to explore
as I shut the door
she turned to me and said
I want a divorce
my mouth hit the floor
all I could say was, of course
thinking good lord
she unpacked
setting the suitcase back on the floor
and tells me to pack
says you can leave the key at the door
without any slack
I turn my back
take the suitcase and pack
and head for the door
knowing deep inside the relationship
could not be restored
I get to a hotel
I open the door
I set the suitcase on the floor
thinking good lord
I unpack
then return the suitcase
I knock on the door
It opens
I set the suitcase inside on the floor
I look at her
this is yours
I cannot look at it setting on the floor
forevermore
 Mar 2018 Marty
beth fwoah dream
a grey sky,
my lips pressed
to your lips,
unfastened hair,

in a moment
i am drawn
to you,
in love with
your legs and
your smile,

grey dissidence
of the approaching
storm,
thunder caught
up in the hills,

the roses start
to wilt in the vase,

the roses of the sky
have silent wings,
time knotted
like a handkerchief
against my skin,

i am hollow, my
legs desiring yours,
love the swift sea,
the amber forest,

blowsy silk,
the clouds,
drawn of water,

and i sink
jealous of your love
and your legs,

wanting all of
you to fall in
love with me,

lips pressed
together,
love, my love,
the ghosts
of the storm.
 Mar 2018 Marty
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 Mar 2018 Marty
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 Mar 2018 Marty
Midnight
If
 Mar 2018 Marty
Midnight
If
If hearts were made of glass
Mine would have been shattered
Into a million pieces by now
Thanks to you

If lies were poison arrows
My chest would display them
While you shot at me
From your articulate mouth

If trust was a golden ring
You would have melted it down
And burned me
With its fire

If your definition of love
Actually had some meaning
Maybe, just maybe
I would have made it
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