The Moons of Mountain Ana VIII…

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Gemma’s warmth as

she links my arm and

the world stops screaming…

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You are an island dark with life;

A swan-hatched dream, taking flight;

A blue-shot cormorant, nestled in night.

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Gemma’s warmth when she talks about

the sort of house she wants, her bottom

drawer, and the colour of christmas decorations.

 *

The warmth of a smile

 when I look at her crotch:

 earth / urge / air / care.

  *

O’ for another storm stressed day,

when the sky spoke and

our world yielded… to rain.

 *

‘I could have run much faster.’

‘You should have been here over Christmas.’

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Of all the things

I’ll never get chance to do…

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