Rachel Birbeck Poems

Breathe heavy and let it in the masculine scent
Hang your parfum above my head in an organza
As fresh as the redolence is the scenes I bear
You're lying beside me still, memories blent.
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Where I stayed my stance emplace
Felt desire for right I turn my face
There was a ghost to haunt this place
I spoke no words like his fingers laced
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When I first saw your face,
Compassionate, knowing, audacious.
Filled my eyes with moons and stars and love poured out.
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Aghast to be followed still not alone
ethereal being witnessed when not at home.
Across faces and faces one catches my eye,
visitant watches until I outcry-
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So lost of love and life, still I wander
Mourning alerts the late morning waker
To hear such shrieks begin they gather
Take up my shells of heart and matter
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