As we kissed I sensed the change
as we fucked I could feel
that fire dying, brutally sobering…
The next time you called me
I lay motionless, foetal by the phone
already sharpening my excuses…
As we watched that film, I knew
this would be the last we shared
listening for some good dialogue to use…
As you slept so silently that night
I lay awake, forging a letter
to get me out of these games…
[2006]
Thanks for reading this very early/old poem.
The Lighthouse 
Brilliant 🖤🖤
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Ah thank you for that! 👍🏼 I thought I’d post some really old ones. They’re all kind of flawed and faulty but it’s fun to drag them out and dust them off.
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Flaws and faults are usually only in the of the beholder my friend – I think they’ve been fab 😁🖤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share great posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
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Thank you Susi! So kind of you to reblog these poems. ☺️
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