Hours spent listening to your voice
disembodied
carefully controlled
precisely chosen words
with expert intonation
I’ve laid with headphones on
naked and imagining
there is no separation
no distance
that you’re beside me speaking
as my knuckles snake your thigh
You tell the story of your life
you’re telling my story too
How strange, how similar
manifestly different
but emotionally in tune
Walking through the fields at dusk
I hear your voice blow close
chasing me across the land
promises and nothings
sweet and divine
Coming for me
I’m coming for you
across the fields
at dusk…
[2020]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
Lovely Tom, and perfectly intonated.
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Thanks Peter. I thought I’d shared this one when it was first written, but nope. So, here it is. Thanks for reading.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I’ve always loved this one. It really stood out to me in your book.
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Thanks Bree. I have no idea why I’d not posted it on here before… I wonder if there are others lurking around that need an airing. Thanks for reading 🙂
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I’ve always loved this one, too. I hadn’t ever realized it didn’t get posted here after all. Never too late to revisit an old favorite. xx
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Yeah, I’m not sure how it slipped through the net. Also a rare example of a shorter poem from me. I wish I could always say all that needs to be said in this more economical way. Thanks for reading! 🙂
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