stephen roe Poems

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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