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a season

Signs of warmer weather ahead

A summer here

Not in episodes

But a season

found a rhythm

And composing music to add to it

Daily

The words come

But saved for larger ambitions

How can we be bored in a world

As magnificent as this

Sometimes I have moments of 

Self confidence

I tear up,

because there were points 

I fucking crawled through

Wire

I had left in place

But still

A season

glorious chance of sunshine

And still all of it made sweeter

By knowing what winter feels like

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Slayer

Close

Like you’ve crossed

The threshold

And a wild animal

Wears my shape

Summoned through

Discipline

Appetite stoked

My nose to the nape of your neck

Inhale you until you shiver

I could reduce you to sobbing

Fury where all thoughts have fled

But

Not

Right

Now

The promise of you

Has me lean and bearing

All the world throws up

At

To

Me and yet you stand at my back

As I slay dragons

To steal their treasure

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Inside,

He dances more than he used to

Walks with a purpose

Lean and sharp

A look,

And sometimes he imagines it

A video game

And he’s levelled up

But he still says hello

In his own way

Even after the silence has faded

Remember there is always

Music

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Guru

Thunderbolt

of Flaming

Wisdom

At rest

Beneath my clothes

As I receive another visitor

I only talk about the enlightenment

I offer with beautiful women

And the memories of wine

On my lips

Arranged just so

Bringing visions with each

Supine thrust

Fingers drawing out

Prayers to the divine

Rising in the air

Like temple incense

I offer the wisdom

Open your thighs

I would be a God

Between them

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Home is a person

I won’t miss the quiet

Squalor

But my friends are with me

Discarded the things

Which didn’t give me joy

Always travelled light

But it is a great leap forward

But I’m not so much landing

As ascending

She makes me want to be better

In a way that

Resists the weak parts

And I’ve grown stronger

If a bit slower

But look

I’m heading up

Somewhere else

But still

Home

Is a person

After all

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In some small way

Quiet inside

come to you

Breathe you in

Nose against the nape 

Of your neck

Hands wandering around

Gruff chuckles

Giggles joining

Nothing I would call force

But a playful wrestle

Mark you in some small way

Make sure you know

Who you belong to

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Vicious Angels

We are atoms

In collision

Collusion

Through it all

I feel you

As I go about my purpose

Through pain and hunger

Late into the night

Even as disaster looms

Like vicious angels

I remain

Endure

And in this

You surrender

Gentle animal

Kind to everyone

Implicit strength

Leaner now

But still

Tuned into

The symphony of you

I hear it

Can pluck it from silence

No matter how hard

You may try

Tear down

Or build

When it comes to you

All the same

Isn’t it?

Now shut up and come here

I want you to feel me

With a force I’m not sure

Wouldn’t leave marks

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