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thunder and lightning

i wrote this ages ago and it got a really bad reception. i don't care. i still love you.

Exclusivity

Only you.

No more kissing men

in warm rooms; Your mouth

makes me lose control more

than rum and cokes do.

It is decided.

With words that a dream told you

I needed more than others. More

than lovers. More than other lovers.

We wake up together.

Your face.

Buried in my neck and kinder than

most, probably. We’ll fall in love

and book a holiday and beautiful

cashier girls won’t affect me

Anymore.

We dress to impress each other and I

borrow clothes from your wardrobe. These

big shirts feel so good hanging onto me.

Hung up on me.

I am starting.

Understanding the concept of togetherness

and speaking without embarrassment. To

say that I simply can’t be with anybody other

Than you.

five minute poem

every-where’s coming together

we stand in stations, thread ourselves

through tram lines, linking fingers until

wherever home might be i know it’s here

everyone’s coming together when they

touch my arms and tell me how long it’s been

(and I talk about you over whiskey and a grin)

thinking how grown up we’re allowed to be

my bank balance is zero, stripped down to

master bedrooms and living room furniture

we talk about soon, with both our names on bills

knowing that everything’s coming together.

make me miserable

i am in love and therefore cannot write any more.