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As It Rains

I’ve no idea
what or how
I might have been
had I not known you
as I did and as much
as I loved your
being who it was
you were to me,
I came to realize,
in the end,
that I would
have traded it all
for you to have been
absolutely anything
other than what
it was you
were.

 
 
 
 
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Saturday’s Séance

If I seemed hesitant it was because I had thought that if and when our hands ever did finally touch we might catch fire and just erupt all over the place and yet in other ways we already always do as we fan hidden heat igniting sparks in need of being hosed and so we both internally explode every time whether the other knows it or not and whether we’re there or not so we might as well have just smoked that afternoon in flames you and me.

 
 
 
 
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Image › ANDRIK ↟ LANGFIELD ↟ PETRIDES

Madness Of Two

This tether,
folie à deux.

Nurtured
by seductive
light blindingly
white : bent
deliciously primal,
irrefutably
right.

Riddling
from a distant chill,
thawed by
give
and take.

Eyes closing,
essentially warming,
as compelling,
intrinsic truths
begin
swarming.

 
 
 
 
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Tuesdays At Two

With an artist’s grasp
and near-caress
I fondle a tube of cobalt blue,
unscrew the cap
and watch the pigment
as it begins to ooze.

Lingeringly.

Reminding me of electric edges,
sun-drenched floors,
old windows
and magical doors.

Memorable discussions at a rapid-fire pace
one-on-one, face-to-face.
Delightful potions, intoxicating notions.

And simple glimpses of grace.