Stone Cold

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Absolute zero or near enough
To make no difference
To the state of the union.
Nothing changes, it’s what we’re used to.
We’ve endless patience
Lying here in the deep freeze.
Siberian nights, and even colder days.
Our hearts have frozen over
This is our own personal ice age.
 
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Cloud Nine

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Foolish notions like forever
Clouded my judgement,
When the only reality was
The now.
All that mattered was
That I should have taken
You in my arms,
Pressed your lips
To mine.
 
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Enticement

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One touch is enough
To begin all those feelings.
The slow descent we both are needing.
Emotion spiralling twixt heaven and earth,
A twisted teasing
Of all the senses we possess
Until we are flying beyond reason.
 
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Aria

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I wear my heart on my sleeve.

This is easy to see. Take it

To have and to hold.

You could crush it

Tear it apart.

Or with tenderness,

I would set it to pulse

Only for you.

 

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Over You

And here to wrap up this month of looking back with a poem about not being able to leave the past behind …

Made of sticks and stones

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I cannot cry no more
Because of all the tears
I’ve cried before,
Because of the oceans I’ve wept
Down to the very depths.
I can’t spend any more time,
Pennies or heartbeats
Over you.
Because that will leave me bankrupt
And I can’t risk another heartbreak
Just yet
When I’m not ready to be
Over you.
 
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The Dive

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I write what I cannot say.

I drink the potion,

Of what I dare not dream;

That prevents me sharing

The maelstrom of emotion

Swirling around my heart.

With only the want

Of courage preventing me from diving in

And being consumed by my desire for you.

 

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Bliss

Day 17 … because sometimes all it takes is a kiss

Made of sticks and stones

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Bliss,
The one word
For the feeling.
Electrical dreaming,
The motion picture of colours
Exploding in my mind.

Bliss,
The one word
When my head’s spinning
Because our lips are touching.
We’re so close
I feel your heart beating.
Rhythm coalescing, realities colliding
In this mystery, in this kiss.
 
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Over You

I cannot cry no more
Because of all the tears
I’ve cried before,
Because of the oceans I’ve wept
Down to the very depths.
I can’t spend any more time,
Pennies or heartbeats
Over you.
Because that will leave me bankrupt
And I can’t risk another heartbreak
Just yet
When I’m not ready to be
Over you.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Virtuosity

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Moments with you
Are like fleeting glimpses of colour
In a black and white world.
An alternate reality
Seen out of the corner of the eye.
A mystery,
A dream,
Acted out on a silver screen.
You are the warmth of the summer sun
After the cold of the winter’s rain.
You are a kaleidoscope of experience
Come battering down my door.
A heartbeat,
Only fleeting
And an embrace
Which fades to memory
Too soon.
 
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Random Love Tricks

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She is not here, she is gone.
Just a mirage at the oasis for the lovesick.
Only a temporary delusion
That she ever could have existed in this world,

In my world.
In the barren desert of my heart.
In the endless silence
Between the heartbreaks

That in the infernal night
Wraps me tight within its arms.
Because I’m alone
For she is gone.
 
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