Godly sounds

That underwater 


That came of you

To say
Sex is not for us

Not today

As your eyes graze

The corner

Of that distant field
Arms length is not

Quite enough
Trespass with intent

On the other’s soul

On times and lines and reality

Shoves it’s wake up push

To trip the kerb

To make a fuss
There is no we
A was,

A were

A maybe
No. No. No maybe.
We never were.
She slept peaceful through

Days & nights.
The poet.
The unsung Holy Breath.
If there ever was a true.

She is it.


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