Peter Vealey Poems

Don't you love
Hearing rain on windows.
Calm, chattering, relentless.
Don't you love
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Soon you will be here
My sweet fear.
And I will not be
So concerned with trivia.
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I loved you,
But you only loved tomorrow.
And left me in a time vacuum.
I wanted you, but you wanted,
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Persuasion, Elevation, Escapism.
All things are possible,
Yet nothing is as clear.
As you would want for an Answer.
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People laugh and bustle past,
In winters` icy blast.
'Naff' cardboard city buskers or beggars,
But homelessness is no laughing matter.
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You can never
Have the last words,
Whatever you say.
It doesn`t matter,
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Was slumbering on
The rhythm of a sweet book.
Un-mellow on a summer evening.
As one man can be.
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I like lying in your bed,
I am thinking of you.
I like kissing your neck and back.
I like watching you,
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I saw your workbox,
A sum total in years.
How tender I felt,
Towards this box of organization.
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Is it a difference,
That makes us alike?
Or the things that,
Make us alike,
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