Andrew Kennedy Poems

You were glad to night, and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed.
But as you fall asleep I hear you say,
those tired and sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
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Silhouettes of carved shapes,
and outlines of a grins fade.
Sheets ruffled and pillows pressed,
where shadows once layed.
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Lines surface to
skin curved around
bends deep,
closed.
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She walks in beauty,
like the cloudless night and starry skies.
All that's best of dark and bright,
meet in the aspect of her eyes.
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Out through the fields and the woods,
and over the walls I have treaded.
I have climbed the hills of view,
and looked onto the world descended.
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In a long thin arc of loneliness,
where nothing collides I wait.
Face flushed and stomach in ropes,
seconds become hours and minutes to days.
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I press my hips,
to yours searching.
A brush of skin,
of cheeks mingling.
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Lights are to as shine,
as the fog is to consume.
Air fresh with a vivid taste,
as to withered lips suffer.
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We lay in sinking crests of sand and rock,
brimmed by the sun's heat.
On mornings at dusk; orange tints breathe in,
to a white horizon below.
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She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes.
The deep grey windows of her heart were wet,
they softened with a new regret
To note in mine unspoken miseries,
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