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Two Poems: ‘Only sometimes’ & ‘No filter’

Only sometimes

 

Sometimes my love is

as expansive as the earth itself

Patient

None of the restlessness of a filly

High-strung and bounding

with purpose it is yet to realise

Sometimes I could lie back

and watch you from this distance

At ease

Knowing without reason

that it is enough

to love and not own

 

But

only sometimes

 

No filter

 

It has been ages, hasn’t it?

Distance in miles, distance in minutes, distance in memories, which is the farthest?

Lapsed conversations may become a habit, you say; termites eating through bonds of wood, fattening themselves up on unspoken stories

Stream of consciousness is streaming nonsense. #nofilter

What am I saying, you ask

Were I to die today, I’ll have only three pallbearers I can call friends

What am I saying, you ask again

Not a thing, I say. Go back to your day. Just wanted to say, hey. It went a bit astray.

 

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tea-drinker, walker.

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