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Love poem i Whatever makes you say I am your lover? I suspect that it is patently untrue.... for you say it yet I cannot see any great connection between the thing you say and what you do.... and you wonder constantly if I distrust you. love poem ii Don't touch me now with those soft eyes and smooth musician's hands; they say too many things yet not enough. Sometimes we charge each other some great price that neither one can meet and, having taken it, grow close, even as close as we did; and then I find we are too close for comfort. Love poem iii Nervous silence, strange half looks, pauses, moving eyes - tension falls between us like a hammer. Jerky words and movements, defensive sleight of hand, fault and blame thrown like dice; advantage leads to disadvantage in a restless game whose wrestling rules neither of us fully understand... Days apart we hold each other close, words lying between us unspoken - perhaps they are irrelevant, perhaps we are afraid, or perhaps we need to hold each other.... frightening.... love poem iv When I look at you I see disfigurement in me - a different image offering me new vision. When I look at you I feel water rushing in andsearching both my eyelids for escape. Looking deeper there's no sadness - these would-be tears don't sting - rather like a candle at a railing in the dark tell the horror of a fear that all we feel could vanish, that all I touch, being polish, will just rust. love poem v Offering you my love why should I feel as at a wake for something that occurred so wretchedly an age ago that I am rendered dumb? A wake at which some ancient voices whisper words of pain, of losing heads and piercing hearts of ego loss and rain? Will you eat my body or will I swallow yours? or did we do that years ago when some more ancient blood-glass took the drops? But I offer you my love from a moon-soaked shell; salty waves are playing round the crab and Cancer causes scuttles on the rocks. |