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The peach coloured filter Through which I saw you standing Caused Lady Day to lift up her head And dry her eyes briefly She left Berlin at the encore Was propelled up to space Fell back down today And wonders: can you hear me?

Slipping out, unnoticed As branches scratch your tender skin Lips balance a cigarette A flame - blown out; A kiss

It was the worst of times Face, dry from hours of tears Not eating, not sleeping scared In my room, alone. You were my ray of sunshine Fun, laughter, friendship are your middle names Without knowing, you transformed everything Like a sculptor, you formed memories that warm my heart today, Make my eyes well with nostalgic tears Your talent was love and happiness May you stay that way forever Because of you it was also The best of times

Her white face sunk into the brown upholstered chair In the corner, surrounded by crumpled up paper. Photos to trigger memories; present She rocked rhythmically and switched on the TV Voices spoke to her and said come meet us Without a thought or doubt she put on her coat Hailed a cab to the other side of the screen The voice said “Hello, I was waiting for you.”

your eyes pull the sea from over the promenade water cold and green

Stretching out my body I wake, Freshened by the cool morning air. You stand, staring out the window At Berliners on the square below I clear my throat and you turn Mate in hand, sipping through the bombilla. Sliding to the other side of the bed, I pull back the sheets and invite you in, Limbs wrapping around you. Grasping you as if you were an anchor That will faithfully lay on the bed Until I decide to move. Sadly I stare into your milky blue eyes And watch as they close. Your nomadic heart is undisturbed I am too tired to envy you So I study the lines on your face

Softly you speak Of art and death. All are artists If they observe. Death is a thief, No more than a thief.

‘You are so sexy’, he said as his eyes caressed my body Smiling, I replied with that modest look in my eyes, ‘You charmer!’ Fear rinsed through my words in anticipation of desertion

My room was my isolation tank. It protected me from my emotion. When I walked outside into the winter air, Scuffed my shoes on the step, I couldn’t hide from the truth. I was lonely. Looking at my feelings, I was scared. The negativity was overwhelming, Seemed greater than my own will, Wanted different things to me, Didn’t want to live. So I tried to unpick them; stitch by stitch, A laborious and gruelling task. With each bit of thread I removed More stitches appeared, Couldn’t see the futility I carried on. Picking, poking, judging. Until I’d had enough. The sun revealed its beautiful face to me, Whis

She sat below the moon Her back resting against a tree Bark rough against her skin Keeping her alert The sky was blue-black The colour of midnight approaching Her toes dipped into cool water Fishing for the moon