Rickardo BecklesBurrowes Poems

From your wild nature of your hair to the arch of your smile
the energy your presence evokes, disarms and draws me in,
wondering if I could know your heart for a while
not knowing how to share worlds with you or where is best to begin.
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No I'm not a saint, as much a sinner as you
learnt some lessons late,
nearer to knowing the 'me', too true – too true;
sometimes reckless, while sometimes sedate.
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As still as we can be
With no sense of space between us
As we fill the place within us.
Then there is no need for words,
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I let you break my heart slowly
The smell of you lingered upon my bed
I realised you didn’t know me
You saw what you wanted instead.
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There is barbarism in denial
a fickle, ungrateful master is fate
as you limbo from problem to problem
fearing feeling the pain and hurt.
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After the smoke has cleared
When all the weapons have been put away
Just think on all we’ve feared
All the things we didn’t say,
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No words needed, hearing eyes speak
body crumples, shuddering away - disappearing softly.
It's a door closing as walls tumble skyward
until you are alone with memories of what once was.
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Sweaty hands cling to the headboard
As bone rides bone
You're shaking
Calling out a name
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Never owned or led in this way before
leaving ample security to unsettle the life within me.
Doing what I'm afraid of so it no longer pulls at my core
setting my spirit and potential free.
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It’s right that you are who you are
Now is the time to be
No one knows what makes up each star
Or what beauty lies in you and me
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