stephen roe

When the lovers return to Earth
And discover that in their absence
Nothing of worth,
Can be recovered from their loss.
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There’s a woman somewhere who cares about me.
Whether on the bus, in a car, or sitting on a chair somewhere,
She’s smiles about me, she knows me.
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If I could have you close, feel you close to me
My arm around your waist,
Just for something chaste
Like a kiss,
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The last I know: the end is the beginning of something else.
Different, not svelte, unimaginable now to feel. The snowfall
Covers me. I’m a snowman without coals for eyes, without
A carrot for a nose, senseless in the white wilderness glow.
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I lay on my back.
Arms stretched out,
Like I’d fallen off a bike
Or was a drunken Christ.
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We wake, but are still sleeping.
She's crouched and I’m cradling -
her. In the blur -
between dreams and complete awakening.
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There are several ways to seal a pact:
With words most accurate and exact,
Stiff backed by unemotional feelings,
These promises half-baked in ignorance
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Knows no fear or trepedation
Despite his creations.
Knows intimacy but not love
Despite being, a being above.
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I refuse to hear her voice.
Objective words are heard,
Scraping her mouths roof
Like tiles blowing loose.
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A pair of frayed curtains blinds a city,
Staggering slowly to a standstill as night falls.
In the lounge of a flat
One man and one woman are talking.
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Find me in the scent of a flower,

In the breath you exhale as mist.
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The lighter
For the cigarette
Which
Failed to strike,
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And the concept of time
Folding,
Like a
Warm blanket,
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Start with the bull: paint it blue then black, sounds like Iraq!
Scratch your head balding old man
As despite having the light bulb turned on,
You never anticipated a suicide bomb.
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I want the edges to melt.
Your hair stacked with curls
To fall on me.
Kisses to implode on my skin
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In a imperfect world, there’s snow falling across the city.
Suddenly from on high, the place looks like Moscow in the spring
And looking over to the hills, it’s possible to imagine people skiing.
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Sometimes it happens that I lose my way
And in a minute lose the day
And in that day lose my world
And in that world lose my girl.
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