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<\/a><\/p>\nLove poem<\/h4>\n
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You are the light that strikes horizontally in the final<\/p>\n
hour before sunset, the sun which paints gold<\/p>\n
everything it touches.<\/p>\n
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You are a struck match, welcome light in an emergency which<\/p>\n
gutters out in a nightwind or burns my fingers. You are the<\/p>\n
odour of autumn apples in cartons in the laundry.<\/p>\n
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You are my rudder except when you are my anchor. You are my<\/p>\n
milestone and my millstone. You are both the pop and<\/p>\n
sigh of a champagne cork.<\/p>\n
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You are not the after-party empty beer bottles. You are certainly<\/p>\n
the twittering of blue wrens at a frequency I may not<\/p>\n
hear if I don\u2019t wear earplugs to band rehearsals.<\/p>\n
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You are definitely not the mournful cry of that damn mopoke on<\/p>\n
a summer\u2019s night or the blood-curdling shriek of a<\/p>\n
curlew like the wandering lost souls of the dead.<\/p>\n
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You are decidedly the tartness of that cherry pulp they put in the<\/p>\n
buns from the South Plympton Bakery. You are<\/p>\n
assuredly not the smell of dog turd in the tread of my<\/p>\n
sneaker.<\/p>\n
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You are probably the feel of a baby\u2019s breath on my cheek. You<\/p>\n
are arguably not the thin slice of a new moon discarded<\/p>\n
like a chewed finger nail.<\/p>\n
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You are everything in my universe. I hope I didn\u2019t go too far<\/p>\n
earlier with the millstone comment.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Love poem You are the light that strikes horizontally in the final hour before sunset, the sun which paints gold everything it touches. You are a struck match, welcome light in an emergency which gutters … Continue reading