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Nicholas Gordon
Copyright © 2006 by Nicholas Gordon
Published 2006
HE CARES ONLY
THAT I’M HAPPY
HOLD ME TO YOUR
WILLING HEART
I AM AFRAID TO LOVE,
AND YET I LOVE YOU
I AM OF THE DESERT,
YOU OF CULTIVATION
I FEEL AS THOUGH MY
HEART LAY BLEEDING
I FIND MY HAPPINESS
IN LOVING YOU
I HAVE A MONSTER
CRUSH ON YOU
I USED TO BE COMPLETELY
CRUEL AND HEARTLESS
IN DAYLIGHT YOU’RE A
HAUNTING MELODY
IN MOURNING, SEAFOG
In mourning, seafog
Makes small things visible.
Pearls cling to petals.
Pine needles are fringed with glass.
The sea breaks against rocks.
Heaving back, it breaks again.
What does the wild rose know of its beauty?
Have you any idea what you’ve given me?
46 NICHOLAS GORDON
IT SOMETIMES SEEMS
SO FOOLISH TO PERSIST
LOSE YOURSELF IN
LUST, MY LOVE
LOVE COMES TO
THOSE WHO LOVE
LOVE IS LIKE A
LARGE WHITE CAT
LOVE LINGERS
IN THE ALLEYWAYS
NIGHT COMES TO ME
THROUGHOUT THE DAY
A train of trivialities,
Buried, becomes treasure,
As we sentimentalize
A boredom that was real.
PROVERBS OF LOVE
TAKE IT AS A GIVEN
THAT I LOVE YOU
WE MET AS MERELY
WORDS UPON A SCREEN