Malcolm James Furst

Words, words, words

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Would You Tell Me Again?

If I asked you politely,

would you tell me again

that I look good in black?

that I walk too fast?

that I make the best gnocchi you’ve ever tasted?

that it’s my turn to take out the trash?

that I talked in my sleep last night?

that you love me?

It’s something I don’t hear very often, and I want to remember what is sounds like.

Recalls to Memory

Lying,
Music recalls to memory,
Passion,
Joyous great oceans of union, wide rivers of you.
I long for a shared moment, gentle moment,
Loving words, convincing words,
Your breast,
Firelight.

Standing,
Music recalls to memory,
Africa,
Intensity,
Great oceans of love, wide rivers of loss.
Give me a high branch, strong branch,
Strong rope, short rope,
Noose tight,
Take flight.

You

You tore the pages, several, from my loose-leaf soul.
You added new pages, unknown joy.
You removed your pages, eternal longing, loss.
You tore the joy from my soul.

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