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Birthday

It’s your birthday
you buy me satay
peanuty, spicy
and we eat it
by the canal.
Your eyes are big open countries
you ask me if I’m carnal
I’m so ashamed I look away.
You are twenty, but fresh as ten
don’t know what the word means.
An eloquent giggle
you spill sauce round your large mouth
the monkeys chitter, the stars scintillate
I am ensnared in their mesh.

Robert James Berry
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Kiss

It was a melting tropical night
close proximity wasn’t allowed
in the land we first kissed.
I made a tent of my jacket
to hide us
so the hibiscus wouldn’t blush.
It was tender and binding
the world disappeared.
I’ll never touch another woman.

Robert James Berry
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Sage

I am meeting your father
for the first time
at a swanky club.
The linen is starched
I wore a tie
he pours from a jug of beer.
He says, You’re a simple man
my daughter is a tropical storm.
I smile sagely.
Now with the corrugated iron
blown off my mind,
a wrecked house
I see his wisdom.

Robert James Berry
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Endure

Our love was enduring
finally an endurance
I have no endearing niceties to share
the stuffing harassed out of me
I’m a burning scarecrow
winching as it’s consumed.
The culture of the field
when pecked by jackdaws
is to lick wounds resignedly.
So carry on
because enduringly
I love the bones of you.

Robert James Berry
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My latest collection ‘Toffee Apples’ will be out soon from Ginninderra Press

Robert James Berry
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Sugar

I’ve fudged it
I have been bird-hearted
seen your car swish by
and stared elsewhere
while your eyes in the rear view mirror
crawled over me.
This is a small town
I shall see you
perhaps exchange a supermarket greeting, drop the sugar,
flounder among the aisles
a broken hearted invertebrate
scuttling for cover.

Robert James Berry
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Love

Punish me
with an appalling silence
sat in the park
humouring the gulls
I am no more than these breadcrumbs to you
so toss them
scatter the ashes of you and me
in the Japanese garden
where we once bloomed
strut through the iron gates
without looking back
I know you loved me.

Robert James Berry
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