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Besotted

You were imperious
you never met my gaze
I loved how
your voice sang with honey
I would stand beside you
besotted
you spoke a language I didn’t
understand
the trills on your tongue
would ravish me
my heart leapt light years
when you smiled.

Robert James Berry

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Growing

You toddle to your classroom
wobbly as an unstrung puppet
and I wonder what you’ll be
in thirty years.
You’re on intimate terms
with your imagination
and your rage is like a lava flow
you’re impatient, inclement as
bad weather
a four foot tall dictator
I’m crazy for you.

Robert James Berry

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Dawn

I could write about
a whole field of potatoes
and the world wrapped
in a moon-white shawl
and the early crocuses
piercing the frosty ground
but I’d rather see dawn
fresh as pale apricots.

Robert James Berry

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Heat

That night was bitter
we spent five dollars
on lentil soup and a sourdough loaf
and rugged up together
under a pashmina shawl
our fingers so chilled
we couldn’t stir a fire
but between us
there was heat
to enkindle stars.

Robert James Berry

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Earrings

You wore hoop earrings
they jangled when you sang
I would run my fingertips
inside them
the gold bangles hummed
you were errant and girlish
your eyes glittered mischievously
I would forsake empires
to have you.

Robert James Berry

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Honey

You sat at the street door
mulling your family
you idolised your father
though he was always drunk
and your mother, she had skin
the colour of peaches
and smelt of jasmine.
When the rains fell
you were still thinking of them
as you went down to bathe
in the river that was like
muddy honey. You could not
cleanse the past, though you
scrubbed to get it clean.

Robert James Berry

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Ice

He gave you his blessing
and went away
you stayed in your room
until the rains had picked holes
in the skirting boards
and rats had gnawed your mother’s
saris.
When the house grew humid
you wore chaste dresses
watching the fruit leaven
and stars describe infinity
in the implacable nights.
You waited for him
I could not fathom why you
loved him so
there was ice in his eyes.

Robert James Berry

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