david e golledge Poems

A butterfly beats it’s wings
and a gentle zephyr,
rising over half a world,
brings the tsunami
...

Just what exactly
do I have to do?

Not by way of apology
...

She raised the steaming carton to her pout,
full lips meeting a head of froth
and chocolate
and there go I,
...

She complained
I didn’t give
enough.
...

Too much life.

Too much
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Your scent on my shirt
brings your face.

It spans the width and
...

Governed by signs.
Restriction, limitation, warnings and
consequences of failure to comply.
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Lying side by side.

Inverted comma's
in a speechless coma.
...

There were just
the two of us
in the room.
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