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dear.

dear one.
i didn’t know,
i still don’t know;
but you show me
in every moment.

dear one.
if i could
collapse into you,
i would
in every moment.

dear one.
i’m afraid.
but you keep
close to me
in every moment.

dear one.
your patience
is unwavering.
and i’m so grateful
in every moment.

dear one.
let’s laugh and play
and cry and sing
and kiss and dance;
in every moment.

dear one.
i will hold your
love with grace
and tenderness
in every moment.

dear one.
i can only offer
a tattered, broken heart;
but it is warm and yours
in every moment.

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( k i s s ) .

i’ve got no words,
but if you were here,
i’d be kissing you right now.


armless.

you always
smell
like fresh
laundry.

and now
you follow
me everywhere:
caress me
as i sleep;
cradle me
from the chill.

you still
smell
like fresh
laundry.

only your arms
are out of reach.


did you.

did you die;
and i’m still
in denial?

did you die;
and all i’m seeing
is your ghost?

did you die;
or did i just
dream you?


4WD.

i know:

i must be
the only one
looking for that
black escape.

always a surprise,
but not unwelcome;
filling me
with a tired warmth.

like the night
we stepped off
the edge
of this world;

and finally found
a space
just for us.

i yearn to lie
next to you again
and melt
into the smoky, thick
comforting clouds.


luxury.

some days
it would be
a luxury,
to stop time;
halt the moments;
and find
a sort of respite;
a pause,
in the spinning
globe.

this place
is done.
the wars
won’t end.
and the hatred
only grows.
the people
can not be trusted.
and the animals
have fled.


rubber.

sometimes
you smell
like blu-tac.
it makes me
imagine
your veins
as twisted,
malleable,
rubber.

sometimes
she sounds
like rubber.
it makes him
recoil
and remember,
she was raised
on a farm,
with pigs as best friends.

sometimes
he looks
like music.
it makes me
imagine
his veins
as twisted,
charred,
rubber.


more or less.

i need.
more
of [you]
and more
of [this].
and more
of the look
in your left eye
as i collapse
into your grasp.

i need
less
of the [defeated]
and less
of holding [back]
and less
of trying not
to say all the words
i’ve kept inside for years.

more or less,
that’s what
we’re waiting for.


force ii.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to laugh,
even when nothing
is funny;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to eat,
even when everything
is tasteless;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to let him,
even when nothing
feels right;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.

sometimes,
she forces herself
to endure,
even when everything
goes numb;
because it makes
it seem
like it could be.


hercules.

i guess
you had to
find the strength
from somewhere.

i mean,
eventually.

i picked
at the scab,
and saw the
scar form.

what is it like
to have a drill
forced into
your elbow?

i mean,
really?

the pain
was dulled
almost
disappointingly.

i wondered
if other people
wished for the gunman
to turn their way.

i mean,
was it just us?