more than memory

you are there
as I prepare
my lunch of tuna fish
once you made it for me
expressing your deepest wish
with childhood’s culinary spree

when I drink iced tea
your face I see
fine beads of sweat
as you worked in the garden
no matter what happened
never did your big heart harden

in everything I do
I feel you
it’s in the way I iron
my partner’s favourite shirt
he’s always there – like you,
shielding me from hurt

when I garden, when I sleep
when I’m mired in depression deep
when I hold my partner’s hand
when I’m missing my home land
when I’m talking on the phone
when I feel most scared & all alone

you’re still there
so this pain I must bear
because you loved me
I can be strong
because you loved me
I’ll learn to sing another song

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8 years strong (for JBM)

on Friday evenings
when that buzzer rings
her palms get a bit damp
her wounded heart sings

she quickly checks her hair
making sure it’s free of frizz
before admitting the only person
who sees her for who she truly is

he never enters empty-handed
he brings his smile with the flowers & wine
& when he wraps his arms around her
everything in her life is just fine

leaning against the kitchen counter
she pretends not to watch his much-loved face
as she drinks that 1st glass of wine
while arranging her flowers in a vase

casually they talk – they share stories
about their respective work week
revelling in his Scottish brogue,
cause she loves to hear him speak

a big man he is
with a presence that fills the room
for the moment, she is safe
the demons can’t enforce their gloom

how did she get so lucky?
to find a man who does not dread,
a man who is not frightened
of the darkness that lives in her head

he’s stayed with her through joblessness
remaining steadfast in belief
now he holds her close at night
as she struggles with loss & grief

he doesn’t like to see her cry
but he knows enough to let her be
he does what little things he can
he’s a man who’ll never flee

many battles she’s fought in this decade
she’s wept through many a night
but she’ll win – she has no doubts
his love will lead her into the light

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Saturday Rain

c’mon,
help me capture
that rapture

that wonder
from when we were young
every kiss a first kiss
a poem to all the songs we sung
our shared delight
in every day
secret words
only we could say

remember it?
that rapture
the love we captured

surely, we’d
invented sex
the sensual delight
in whatever came next
every whisper
every shout
tunes that locked
the whole world out

let’s just do it,
let’s re-capture
let’s re-creature rapture

cause we both know
one thing to be true:
you only love me
&
I only love you

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winter valentine

on cold nights
as in darkness they lay
before sleep arrives
snuggled together, they play

he teases her
for wanting the bed covers neat
as she jokes about the coldness
of his too-big feet

she cracks on his boxer shorts
with their pattern of gray plaid
he wonders how such a tiny thing
could let loose farts that smell so bad

each night soft giggles mingle
with her sleepy sighs
& sometimes he makes her laugh
til tears stream from her eyes

wind howling outside
sleet slapping the window pane
she curls against her lover
before she boards the night train

in the winter sky outdoors
a full moon shines high above
indoors, in bed, they cuddle
secure in each other’s love

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winter-valentine

putting up the Christmas tree

it’s just a small fibre-optic
Christmas tree
the first big present
he ever gave to me
a tree that he’d bought
for his mother
giving it to me
meant he saw me like no other

a tiny tree
with twinkling lights
it warms my soul
on cold winter nights
a gift from a man I think
was sent from heaven above
a special present that proves
I’m worthy of love

never has he come to me
with empty heart or hands
he’s always there to lead me out
when I’m trapped in the dark lands
gifts & love unbidden
he brings when I am sad
the only constant in my life
this stalwart Scottish lad

so I assemble my little tree
this gift you gave to me with love
& as I do I thank
whatever God exists above
for the blessings in my life
for all the good you do
most of all I thank the Lord
for yet another Christmas with you

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healing

she’s haunted
by events from her past
events & memories she wishes
did not last

but by this he is not bothered
for him her past holds no fright
he’s the shoulder she can lean on
the arms that enfold her every night

she’s been wounded
by words said, by deeds done
& he’s strong enough to face this,
though he’s the only one

the man who’s always there,
whose jokes bring a smile
the hand to hold that banishes
the darkness for a while

she’s damaged
but that doesn’t frighten him
each secret that he learns
only serves to enlighten him

aids him in dealing with her
on those days when she’s depressed
a blessing that means
her emotions don’t need to be supressed

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healing

another Christmas with you

your presents are all wrapped
the flat is spankin’ clean
decorated with tinsel
of sparkly red ‘n green
I’m so excited I dunno what to do
at the thought of another Christmas with you

the fridge ‘n freezer is full
with all your favorite food
Christmas Eve I’ll make some eggnog
to get us both in the Christmas mood
I’m so excited I dunno what to do
at the thought of another Christmas with you

sometimes I can’t help but feel
you’re a man I’m undeserving of
‘specially when you make that face
as I try to declare my love
an’ you blush whenever I tell you
you’re my miracle from above
but in the end it matters not
cause to my heart you hold the key
you know you’re all that matters to me

got my nails manicured
my hair is newly done
hopin’ that to you I’ll be
a vision that will stun
I’m so excited I dunno what to do
I get to spend another Christmas with you

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awake & asleep

each other’s quirks
& flaws
they do not mind
by mutual likes
& honest love
they are now entwined

both of them are pleased
that they laugh
instead of fight
they’re old enough
to realize
that compromising’s always right

& they both
have their secrets
both own an angst-filled past
yet they manage
to share everything
this makes them strong enough to last

falling asleep opens the door
he waits for the moment
she starts to snore
nightly he crosses
the sacred breach
desperate for the heart he can no longer reach

asleep, she lives again
in the house
on Milverton Road
where her dreams
as well as her love
was a painful load

dreaming,
she’s forced to fight
for the right to simply be
asleep, she begs again
for her right
to be free

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awake & asleep

certainties

it’s a given
that sometime during sleep
nightmarish visions
into her psyche will creep
mindlessly she’ll weep
            she’ll beg
fighting against
the cramp in her leg
but she knows
he’ll stroke her arm
pat her bended knee
she knows his touch will end
the demons’ psychotic spree

it’s a given
that between 3 and 4
when REM sleep kicks in
he will start to snore
unconsciously he mutters
            groans ‘n stutters
awakening suddenly
destination loo
and he knows
once he’s returned
to the now-straightened bed
she’ll wrap herself around him
and plant a kiss on the back of his head

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certainties

in the arms of darkness

there’s a darkness in her mind
a darkness in her soul
then there’s that friendly darkness
that makes her heart feel whole

when he turns off the beside lamp
wrappin’ her in darkness black
climbs in bed beside her
an’ curls against her back

in darkness warm he holds her
her hand rests on his thigh
she dreams in the arms of darkness
his gentle snores her lullaby

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in arms of darkness