Love Poem in Allelujah



Here are the things I would hand you �



the smell of roses and something peppery.

the small warmth of sweat.



keys that interrupt still

you used to touch tentatively

child gentle and wild.



Saying you are beautiful is not the whole truth.

You are beautiful and ugly.



teenagers climb wide

on a trunk of pohutukawa



I am drinking

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