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LOVE AND LONELINESS - a book BY ALEX TELMAN

Dream Band Club - Brisbane - Australia 



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Together

 

I lived inside some body,
she could not dare to love me.
I thought her thoughts and
we dreamt each other’s dreams;
we were one person sharing a heart beat,
sharing a breath
and what we touched
we touch together.
By ourselves we were never alone.

                                            *  *  *
Together
          we were shadows in the darkness
          we were lightning in the moonlight
and we wore each other like an invisible veil,
like matching luggage forgotten by the side of the road
by some god who changed his mind

about going on that holiday

about climbing that mountain,

          and         

                  just         

                          went         

                                   home.

 

Together
we repeated the sins of our disquiet
and repetition to us was death.
                                            *  *  *

The first time I loved you was the last time we breathed together.
That truth melts to the back of my throat

like the plea for forgiveness

I could never beg, because my fear of rejection

always outweighed the guilt of my guilt
and anyway,

our timing was never right.
                                          *  *  *

This morning she awakens with shoulders sore
a sunken heart,

a throbbing head-
and in one moment's eternity she suffers
the wildest rage and the mellowest peace-
she cannot rest

and my life becomes a temple of defiled dreams
where she alone controls my besieged fortress,
and I become a prisoner of the prisoner.

 

I live inside some bodies,

she does not dare to love me.
We were one person sharing a heartbeat,
and what we touched, we touched together.

                                            *  *  *

A single ray of sunshine now streams through her window,
a single tear cracks a reflection of cold lightning
as she stands naked before the mirror,
and I can see through her eyes

and I can hear her bed groan as
      a stranger's hand
                               touches
                                         her left shoulder.
 

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