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Minor key

Listening

Your fingers dance across the keys

How you dip slightly as you play

The lines of your forearms

Making tea so you don’t see

My tears. Happy ones these days.

Moved like volcanoes move

I’ve been lower case

Minor key, hid the weaknesses

But the pain in dealing with them was

A pinch compared to the depth

This glorious height

To which I’ve become accustomed to

If I told you that

You’d laugh it off

As it should be

But I’ll dry my eyes

Cross the room to breathe you in

To breathe you in.

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Until She Sings

My book Until She Sings is out now.

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All the ways

To sit with uncertainty

Here amidst the ruins of

The person I was

Someone better

Lives here now

Yet the hungry ghosts of old weaknesses

Change forms as they stalk the future

They’ve no place haunting

But those, red in tooth and claw,

They fail to learn from history

My victories, come at a cost,

I get on with the work

Arms not too tired

To hold the sword

Above my head

I live, able to do anything

Quiet

Gentle

Strong

Except where I’ve shown

The last few hungry ghosts

And in the revelation

Came the ways in which

They are defeated

A slow learner, yes

But a sure one

In

All

The ways

Which matter

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Appointments To Weep(Men)

Our appointmentsMade in transitionFrom one place toAnotherSit with the fearShe’s losing interestAnd your novelty is somehowWearyingIt passesAnother arrivesGuilt and the soft prayersTo find the balance between cosmic justice and acknowledgementIf you could apologiseYou wouldYou didBut people seldom hearWhen they’re settingYour life ablaze,It passesAnother butLess as time goes onYou wish you couldUncoil before herAs you always haveIn glimpsesSo matters settledEyes dampA shuddering breathThen anotherIt too,Passes and you areYourself again.My book Until She Sings is out now.Ebook:Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4EPaperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKRMy Mailing List for announcements and news with a free short story as a thank you.https://tinyletter.com/mbblissett

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Caretaker

An amusement park

Yet

It’s always closed

For renovation

To him

Who else has had the pleasure

Of experiencing every single

Diversion here?

Lips frosted with pink sugar

Taste but here, how he sweeps the floor,

Tighten the bolts on the tracks,

Pour soothing sawdust on sour puddles,

And yes there is depth of value

But he sees the symphony of lights

Hear the calliope, calygpian

Music and looks at the ticket stub,

Illegible from where he’s touched it

So often

Understand there are off seasons

But where is his fried gold summer?

Knowing his place and musing

Why he’s not allowed

The run of you all

When he plays so well

So well

So

Well

My book Until She Sings is out now.

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Kisses As prayers

Damp from the rain outside

And dirt under my nails

Hands shaking with fatigue

And there you are

Bare to me

Excuse the rough way I look at you

I’m elegant hunger

Except sometimes the sight of you

Overpowers me

Take you and pin down

This writhing hunger within

Because I’m supposed to be a furtive

Appendage but I’m a satyr,

A lustful pilgrim finding

Salvation between your quivering

Thighs and my kisses there

Are prayers

And I pray with such focus

That we will both see God.

My book Until She Sings is out now.

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