Oliver Roberts Poems

I wait for you in the morning sun
the morning sun.
Here in the morning sun,
its light burning, burning
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It was already noon
but I was awake.
You came into the kitchen,
a black band tied hurriedly in your hair,
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I open my eyes
for the first time.
For the first time,
you are beside me
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Standing in the space between when we touch and when we don’t,
I watched from a distance as we kissed.
Together we had formed a tunnel;
something roared inside its depths,
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In the night’s forgotten hour
you closed me into your eyes,
their black shine taste in my mouth.
Walking blindly in the snow,
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I watched him at the window,
gray hair peering at the dawn,
mimicking the morning frost,
his face cut like winter’s throat.
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Dawn flickers with your glorious wet scent
and I burn beneath it like electric glass.
During the dark and rainy hours,
where outside, heavily coated people roamed the streets,
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From the edge of the dark you came,
cutting through the angry tide with your naked sails.
In the luscious haze you shone like a lazy star
and rippled the night out towards my shadows.
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I want to be there in the morning,
to feel you stir in the naked heat,
and hear you moving in the sheets.
I would watch your face wake,
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Now that you’re with me things have changed,
even the word ‘here’ is not the same.
Now I say it more often than I used to –
I say ‘come here’ and I kiss you,
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