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The shape of my heart never changes, shape-shifts For your heavy brow, a rock planted beneath a stream Good or bad deathless memories, swimming passing crying For the stream never stepped in twice, nay, not so, your Colour shifts in sorrow. In you, my heart’s fintip darkens Fish unknown in whose wake, a rainbow streak…

When I think on Fortune’s wings She who gave you me me you And could take you back As easily as I do I’m in anguish over you You changed my fortune, g It’s all thanks to you Now, Fortune’s winds seem Turned on you You’re demonised Domme morrigan, for being you By my good…

Presley (let me be) your teddy bear Is it thru breath, or an Idea, or  names of detachment In which God wants to become known to himself (Let me be) your sub, my spirit to your spirit guide Heavenly bodies, in which to know God a goddess When I listened to Teddy bear in my…

Terrible angel, g, sometimes we don’t believe it, either You don’t believe I’m real, and ditto, you seem a dream And yet, we’re pulled together again, we do, and we don’t Believe what’s said, we just look at each other incredulously As if you saw an angel in my courage when you flee And I an…

I’s in an elevator going up, and tho woman called me supergirl, I had to go back down Angel has to cop my sarcastic jokes ’cause mums in hospital, I said, I’m sure James Joyce didn’t have a wannabe writer cat who kept attacking his books, pens, and phone I love making freaks look stupid,…

If you want to hear the word lesbian, hear my lovers’ unfulfilled sobs Pierce the devils hoodoo in the night, in love-filled old sapphic moonlight Hear her honey voice in my poem, say love, together, we’ve grown old We’ll live forever, in love never severed, and die together, too soon, my lover

Without you – the atom of each elemental season In astrological procession which cannot give up Is there even one unchanging atom, that became Of that flower, us? And can never separate, even you, Two lesbians in love? Petals falling, forever Unchanging, is that what become of us, a contradiction Glancing obviously back at us,…

Comparing Artisson’s An Carow Gwyn, to Plato, at Christmas, thinking on g I’d considered in such abstraction the manner in which spirit took Form Christmas season, carried in spiritual form, the seasons’ procession Of spirits, where, out of season, mum leaves home, an illness brought on What I called abstract Form, draws closer to your…

The universe of idle thought to fathom, I Want to explore my body before I became me But only you can become my body Are we becoming this or that, what Am I becoming submissive if plato Contends, Being she got big Ideas? But I can’t know until I know you, won’t Hold back that…

To the woman I love I wrote I found this really funny So I put it on facebook It’s probably going to be a national controversy now, and I’ll be tried and put to death for saying I don’t find raw salmon steaks that tasty THE CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMES V So, I’m telling mum I…