In the gaze of the other

"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"

Positively Pressure

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No more apologies:

I disappoint.

Not enough, not long, hard, gentle or 

joined in heart when I hold you,

I hear your silent reproaches.

A lip corner flick.

No sorries in my storage.

Unrepentant lashes, 

un-sick over baggage.

Time I give is all the buzz

I have, all my life,

before run before hide 

–before–

and composed thus

I always was.

Heaving breath,

the sigh of it all,

sense-fire hearth, 

shorting electric

with your, his, her, their

expiry utter other grunts, twists, glances or

dances belly deep,

and all I beg is a bite of sleep.

My gutters sag under the weight

of leaves and leavings and arrivals,

the spinning door rotates you for you

and him for her for him for them,

and back again, 

a reversion ahead of me, the fool

to believe in words

deployed poison control tools–

bright, early, sunny-gregarious 

gets the worm–

the norm of help-me-happy right

keeping the dark ones light.

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