At the bar, watching you work
breaking the waves
going cabin to cabin
An opiate look across your eyes
pushing to feel the rush
surging into the night
There’s a high between those thighs
you’ve been falling
for the feeling of falling
hooked
on the commodity of love
See them capsize
or to splash inside another’s eyes
the static shock of fingertips and kisses
the life eclipse
seeing nothing but the falling in love
Going cabin to cabin
boat rocking this way and that
the feeling fades as you plough on
breaking the waves
It’s the modern, western way
the start of love is a drug alright
but love isn’t just the falling
or a solution to all ills
If you want to fall
then here I am
a hole in front of you
let’s share this fickle fizz
then helplessly watch it ebb
Going cabin to cabin
through our incessant lives…
[2017]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
Hello Tom, I enjoyed the rolling flow of this poem…
And I would like to thank you for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor
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Thank you Ivor, I’m enjoying your posts too. One of my best friends abandoned me (and the UK) for Geelong a few years ago, I hear it’s a nice part of the world. Looking forward to reading more of your work. Cheers, T.
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Thank you for your kind reply…. Yes, a lovely place…. I’ve been here a lifetime…
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An intoxicating read.
Nice one 👍🖤
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Thanks, you little charmer 😉 I read a newspaper article which listed all the ways love and relationships were knackered in the modern age. I tried to write a poem about each of the ways it listed; this was one of them. Thanks as always for reading. 🙏🏼
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Well, when you keep knocking it out the park this this we’re left with no choice but to keep reading! 👍😁🖤
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