YURI DURAAN Poems

Anyone can write about sex...

It is like writing about the rain -
only being able to aptly describe it
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I woke up one night because
I heard you call...
I answered the night
but the night was still
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Today is not a day for poetry...
it is a day for sketching -

I shall take a blank page and
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The moon hangs low tonight over the city
the colour of a blood orange
a portent of hate,
the same colour as the flames
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I find it easy to pray for
other people -
to wish them happiness
safety
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When is a flower more beautiful?

Is it when it has grown
from a seed,
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In the early hours
I whisper my secrets to you
my lips against your temples
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She waits on the steps of his building,
sitting daintily, so not to crease her dress
checking and rechecking her appearance
in a silver-plated compact mirror
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I am unreachable
floating amongst the stars
removed from all things mundane
- no soil on my hands
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I sit in the bath
letting the water run out
not moving
my body glistening from the
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