“Writers are liars” – Erasmus Fry, in conversation, 6 May 1986.
I would suffer the lacerations of these sunsets,
Endure the magma pupil’s ethereal torch,
Corrosion of the whirlwind sea-wind’s lash;
The well-wrought fences’ tangled knot of roots
Ripped from the jealous, grasping soil
To leave me suture-less and split
For this view – this hand – this kiss:
For an ounce of pain as beautiful as this.
But enough of that.
It’s dark. You’re asleep.
The air is warm with whispers,
The night is sweet,
And here I lie:
Unable to find a single honest word.
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PHOTO: Summers, 2013.