The long silence that followed was a snake coiling around my heart,

I braced myself for a noiseless eternity,

The vibrations of my question flatlining into oblivion

But then you replied “I love you too,”

Your voice was a deep oasis in the quiet,

Rain after the drought,

A sound I could never hear too loud. ”

I mean that I’ve discovered a new colour

and I’m mesmerised by your unique hue,

my canvases are caked in your paint

because it’s all I wish to see.

You’ve ruined blue, indigo and violet for me,

nothing can compare

to the beauty of your stare.

So please don’t just say

“I love you too”

for the sake of getting it over with,

make sure you wait

until your heart pumps my pigment,

as mine does yours. ”

more shadow than self

losing my place to exhaustion,

this year

november owns the woods

somnolence flirts

with every piquant tree,

the morning knoll enchants

and sure

it is of no consequence

that i linger

i miss reading your words,

from the ether of gentle pause

i sense your absence

your movement

my energy detects an empty ache

a vacant sigh,

i miss knowing

your delphic little life

was consumed with passions,

that your struggles

organic like mine

swayed pendulous,

you were vulnerable

you were lucid

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Sunlight and surprises and the

Smell of pear trees in early June

A human frisson of elation

My nerves were stars in my own

Tiny solar system and I would

Sparkle with wishes I knew would

All come true, a heart

Like a dam hung open; I

Would drown anyone who came

To wade to the middle, all

This power and force and

Nowhere to put it; now

The planets are dying, the

Sun is retreating, the gates

Have all closed and nothing