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to that whom one loves,
to those one has never known. to
everyone
who smiled, and all those little
ones left
alone.

#10

Love lifts us up where we belong, but it brings us down again. Feels
lighter than a feather till the
doubt begins. You feel as useless as the Joker in a poker game
until it’s good again. Everything is
good again.

But you had wanted to go a little slower
dear. Grind down the gear. Hold
tongues down three words too close
to a cliff of fear.
I Love gets too near and then You-
you’re over the edge and you’re tumbling. I’d
catch you but I’m not allowed to utter
how I’m feeling. So I watch you. Break
and bleeding. Still, I watch you. Love
and healing. Love is
leaping in.

#2

You were a tourist. You
loved it. You’d like
to stay.

#6

My world was being shifted as you manoeuvred the bed down, searching for something that you never found. But
in the 5am summer sky, fog light drifting in through half-open blinds, we were both smiling like high tides kissing moonlit coasts. Lazy, but unstoppable. Silver-outlined ghosts. I was running my hand up across the arch of your arm-chest-arm as you pushed the bed back against the wall. Your head leaned down to perch a set of lips upon my own. And I’ve learned to be alone, but you teach me we ever so effortlessly.

A zine in the making.