Alexander Downie Poems

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31.
A Good Man

She did not look for smooth skin and taught toned flesh,
She looked for a good man.
She did not seek to lie to herself or others to make truth fit.
She looked for a good man.
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32.
Cruel To Be Kind

X is using you
Y is showing you no respect
Z ls a loser
Stop being a professional victim
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33.
Sweeping Generalisation

Banging your head against a brick wall
Any friend of yours is a friend of mine.
No Smoke without Fire
Cheaters Never Prosper
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34.
I Will Cool You

I would take a yellow bandana from Texas and fold it around ice,
and bath your arms and legs with the gentle touch of love.
Plant a weeping willow in your garden to shadow your window,
and open every sill to the cool night air.
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35.
The King And I

The King and I we sat down, he'd grown oh so tired of wearing his crown.
He threw of his robes, he looked me in the eye, raised his face to the rain and started to cry.
He kicked off shoes from manicured feet, his regal body crumpled like freshly cut wheat.
His jewels scattered around a marble floor, a name written boldly in future folklore.
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36.
Panic

I awoke last night consumed by panic, the reality of fervour terrified me, you were here!
I could feel your hair and its softness was familiar to me
Your breath was alarmingly warm against my belly
Your skin was hot against my thigh and sweat trickled a path to the sheets
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37.
Sex

Many a night a coupling of our lust
Many a caress bitten closer to dust
Many desires comes bold of me
Many cautious bonds to set free
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38.
Sleep

In silent worlds do I slip and within my conscience there abide
Withered charms laid of rest, deaden breaths from heavy chest
A drift on crimson thoughts bathed in lightening blue
Alive in restive slumber, bound in the impressions of you
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39.
Signed (Miss, Love And Want You)

She wrote to me and I wrote to her
We both remembered our times together that once were
She spoke of caution, love and desire
I rambled of hearts, filled with raging fire
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40.
Missing Worlds (A Sonnet Justine)

In even the most barren desert there lies a hope of life,
external springs that dampen dust in wells of tears
In deepest fathomed oceans where massive pressures crush,
survive minute corals with the delicate beauty of fears
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