
distant shores...
distant shores of a small planet where they say love and happiness reign supreme
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Here today
Murmured greetings
they touch her shoulders and hair moving around her
like shadows their eyes
are veiled they are all
strangers
Not that it matters they radiate warmth
slow stoned smiles flicker like candles
like sudden thoughts frozen never
becoming words
She needs no love
no promises needs only something
to hold on to in the still
cold hours before dawn There are many
to choose from if she could still choose
but
they press closer insistent as sleep
and their faces are one face
(and that
is fear) Narcotic images
nibble through the hard edge of darkness
and catch on the flat planes of light around
the lamps and the one
who wants her the most follows her
into morning fucks her finds no
path into her head
and when she wakes again
the house is empty except for a
sad Alsatian crying by the dead fire
She wanders through the rooms whispering
their names the dog pads after her
no-one answers not even the wind
In the garden black crows settle, bumping
in mournful silence through the weeds Inside
only some frail dust fragments stir around her
filtering through the shutters
the poetry of Kerry Scuffins
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Uploaded on Dec 26, 2009
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