Black Mendilouche Poems

You were in my dreams again last night
And they were plentiful.

You pulled me close and held me tight
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Morning winds blow ice-bound air, in curling gusts about my hair.
Within, my toes are cosy warm - without, my shoes are scuffed and torn.

With face pressed to the north I walk, abjuring folk and idle talk.
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Stuck between a rock and a soft place;
Caught on the horns of a dilemma.
Whether ‘tis nobler to howl at the moon
or stoic, stiff-lipped
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Eager exit out the door
collecting carrier bags from the floor.
Happy, hopeful, scents the air
leaving puddles everywhere.
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My MSN status says I’m available – how apt
as I sit rapt and read the mail. ‘Its not you
Its me – lousy timing’; my heart skips a beat.
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Beside me and around me and in me,
you fill me with the length of you.

Measure for measure in matching pleasure
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Soul-mate stale-mate
yielding heart meets steel plate.
Sweet surrender soured by fate
always pining for that date.
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We’ve grown sperm in a Petri dish, and have power tools in pink,
there’s gizmos for jar lids, and stuff for blocked up sinks.
From suffragettes to girl-power we left the men behind,
but while embracing my fundament I never lost the wonderment
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Dissonant Counterbalance

The dawning of the shortest day brought forth the shadow girl
into a shadowed world. She’s clothed in midnight hues
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