dear delilah

Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear

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Sunday, 7 October 2007

poetry in the day

I could feel your heartbeat, thumping thumping there. I could feel the silence heavy on our skin. An arm across your chest, a hand around my waist. We fall asleep to the dusk, the sun setting on our eyelids and our insecurities. Closed eyes, overflowing hearts, a piece of us filled as we link, complete like a child's jigsaw.

Love-

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light