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Adrian Darwent


Oh, to be (only) a lesson in love

The sky, healing, exists (foremost) above

Your halo, a cold gin and tonic kiss.

Your teeth refuse me hungering kindness

And so, (into the pit!) give me a shove.

The day that’s (seldom for us) dreamt of

When my hand fits your (our) skin-tight glove.

It shouldn’t be. Truly. But it is.

A (sick joke) painful lesson in love.

Us: a clear hot spring (trapped) among

The thinnest (brittle) streams of blood.

Though this veil is fabric blindness,

The final silence reminds us

Though we try, we’ll (one day) become

A (long-lasting) lesson in love.


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