Red Talgarth

He awoke at night holding her tight
In cold air beneath a clear sky
He could not sleep and held her deep
For hours in warmth as lovers lie.
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Not Hallmark cards with someone else's lines
But a poem in your own words and rhymes
Not teddies wrapped in the tissues of a lie
But things that show you care and try
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In my own words
Blunter, less refined
They cut like swords
But no less blind
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Not Brute Adonis
Lame Vulcan more like
Not easy on the eye
But more useful.
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It was the skin
That struck him first
Lucent against
The grey of the street.
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He tossed his worthless doggerel
At her like a well gnawed bone
While the grey mountain cursed
The scared mind empty and alone.
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The porridge was hot
A warm early summer day
Took too long to eat.
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The contract was torn
After two springs of making
They walk off smiling.
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San Diego, giant squid
Tore beaks at the BCDs of divers
Mistaking them for seals
There were survivors,
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Through my own still vales and hills,
For years I sang the same old song,
On the slope of a cold mountain,
Scattered loosely like an old bone.
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Too many of us walk through our lives
Playing second best to a distant memory
That is vague and faded but still burns bright
And more vibrant than the present day.
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An unhealthy love born online
After distant months we met
A dry January London evening
Me as late as ever by the stair.
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