Love Poetry For Couple

It began with shadows Our dark selves Small nights we carry with us Stretched and shrunk Rushed into corners Striding into the sky Like the Chinese lovers Whose bridge is the Milky Way � Distance was nothing to them Or waiting seven years. Clearly of private benefit They said: The shade they offer. The company. The sense of self. Hitherto pricing has not reflected Their true value. * Dusk

I hear the sea how we come back claiming to be altered when the painting of the barracks shows once we were never live in what�s now owned by us, round trees curled down to hear your thoughts starred bold but let�s walk unscripted to the bar where we sang when we knew

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

�When a thief kisses you, count your teeth.� � Yiddish proverb Let�s just say it was complete surrender. The wanted word is visceral; the usual exchange of fluids doesn�t quite compare. He closed his eyes and tilted back his head and he was mine, as naked as a worm. He yielded like a sapling to the axe. Humility is not an asset in my trade, but such an ecstasy of loss brought out the best in

Consider the glue that holds all this together, be it the cold light of the diamond in the mine, the gold in its seam below the forest or the shale oil reserves of the Arctic Circle� each in its way a party hat that pays homage to DJ culture or signals the slow corruption of thought. But right from the start let it be said that to our knowledge the art of the oil slick

they searched for my bodyin local parks and schoolsthey cut awaythe long grassdaring to hopefor a signan angelic proclamationor at least a shoe or a sockwhile on the other side of townI was high in the skyhanging out with some random guyand my mate Johnnyin the backseatlast name: Walkerhe was one real treatthen they found memessed up and bruisedtheir sweet island girlgone bush feralforget