Gordon D Wilkinson Poems

I do not know what went wrong
Presumption not in the vocabulary
No angry words
Just the walls caved in
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I sit and wonder
Quietly reflecting and watch
Yellowish white hellions race the morning sky
Piercing screeches resounding
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Six in the morning another day
Twenty-eight degrees and climbing
Her breathing slow and steady
Wriggling and adjusting in sleep
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I have missed so many years of your life, but I know fate did not have us set to collide until it was ready

Most people place demands on relationships that are impossible,
making it impossible.
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Just the wisp of a curl
Dropped across the deadened gaze
Unseeing comatose eyes unblinking
Taken by the acid pill to its lair
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A kiss
Caring embraces
Promises uttered
Developing into full bloom
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She had that killing streak
Making my legs go weak
One big energy sapping hitter
The taste she left, so bitter
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Controlled emotions
That is so impossible in love
Grappling on the sofa
If that is controlled it must be mannequins
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If I were a bee
Flying around totally free
I would sting you my friend
Remember you squashed, my best friend
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Soft warm sensual kisses
Covering every inch
Fluttering ever faster
Charging the situation
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