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Succumb to her
soft measures – offered
within embraces
and gripped
enough to start
to understand
how you fit into her
spaces
You have not been
touched as lightly –
not enough to harden –
for such a time –
that clock stopped
Sleep fitfully
in case it is left
to wind down again
For JC
It is a highly successful
coloniser of wasteland
and not at all in danger
Both my Google Lens
and a quickie Wikipedia
yielded to your knowledge
Just an assurance of such –
there was no doubt in my mind
that you were right – none at all!
Seeing such beauty has an effect –
How can a thing so vivacious
be left – without being taken?
An uncommon allure
among easy rough grass –
there is more to this orchid
Such observations ran quick
as my eyes and mind
took you – assiduously –
from behind
I turned to see you stood on your
corner plot of weeds-not-grass –
kind people call it a sedum lawn –
with caresses of your bared skin
as mementoes to assay at home
My creased shirt was a banner
with two words – SLEPT OVER –
embossed in an uppercase font
No drugs required to lift my feet
from that drunken drag – my dance
down your road was pain-free
Let boys be damn boys
Let men be damn men
@PiersMorgan
Let our quick fists and sly cocks
damn us all –
Let young men sport superior
sneers and hate –
Let our sons expect the birth-right
to high esteem –
Let our male egos distend under
our close-shave chins –
Let our wives – our mothers –
our daughters –
Let them down by
letting ill-bestowed egos rule –
Let me not be damned
This is my time of day
with the door wide open –
just clock ticks and the dog
to keep me company
I am untouched by anyone
whilst the alerts and alarms
are switched off – for now –
I do not think about you
I steer my thoughts around
this selfishness of silence –
I would not explain myself
to any visitor to this moment
In this capsule of my remove
I am so strong – now capable
of stopping time and breath
by not thinking about you
You are the slightest
of persons
who perches,
weightless,
with your constant
lightness,
which lifts me too:
I am reduced
when locked to you.
MIKE BELL | 10,000 Poems 