The Rhythm Box
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FIRE
she left me with a fever
burnt from the sunflowers in her eyes
pressing down my eye-lids
aching for sleep for escape
my limbs yawning in hers
a sensory memory replayed
sliding up and down my body
joints aching for her breath
to fall upon them and
consume each unspoken desire
she comes with moistened kisses
and leaves me with fire.
Nicola Depuis
The Spanish Phrase-Book
It wasn’t complete like it said.
No mention of ways to say:
‘You’re breaking my heart’,
‘I want you to love me’,
‘When you’re not around, nothing matters.’
I couldn’t woo her with:
‘Can you direct me to the nearest police station?’
‘Where are the toilets?’
‘I have one dog…’
So I burned the stupid Spanish phrasebook and kissed her.
At least I’d learnt to say ‘lo siento…’
But I wasn’t.
I lied.
Nicola Depuis
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