a darkness you bring
silence my gift to you bestowed and smiled
standing up for yourself is seen as treason
I’ve made it through the acid of your wild
your arrogance by far the coldest season
you may wonder how my temperament is mild
dusty albums viewed without reason
as empty embraces nurture this child
we repel as magnets a blind cohesion
we choose the sorcery of our emotional slight
where the chemistry is nothing if not loyal
without birthday wishes by candlelight
just coppice made clear for an orchards turmoil
expressing the will of our idle might
no love can sprout from weak armed toil
in dug out trenches we gun-less fight
these seeds we sow in barren soil
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