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Tetchy

You were tetchy
quick to rile
but the chemistry was good
I threw away my life
when I left you.
You were gloss
your back arched
like sexual geography
you were serene
when I stroked you
you mewed, curled up tight
and stared into me,
you were uncommonly pretty.

Robert James Berry
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The Rains

I had a pink umbrella
to shield me from the rains
it rained hard at monsoon time
the storm drains bubbled
kittens lost their hold
they were swept away
in the seething waters.
When the rains ceased
the heat grew into a beast
sun beat on my umbrella
and I was blinded.

Robert James Berry
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Supple

You’re dark and supple
you’ve weathered pain
wheeling birds have ripped skin
from your ribs, the fish have picked
you clean, the ocean has rolled you
in its maw and spat you ashore.
The sun now sunk, the sea routes
grown dark, I thought you were
lost, I was mistaken.

Robert James Berry
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Peacocks

I indulged you
showered you with gifts
old age has lamed me
but you’re radiant
like olive groves
fattening in the sun.
Maybe I’ve dimmed your fire
but you’re hale, you glow
I’ve built a box wood shrine
to lavish you with offerings.
There are peacocks
that fan in your gardens
they cry like supernatural beings
I worship them too.

Robert James Berry
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Beloved

The crow’s feet round your eyes
are beloved by me
kohl dark
like when there’s no sun
sparklier than gems sometimes
or the tongues of flames
softer than moonshine.
Your hair is lustrous
a flight of ravens 
to run my fingers in your tresses
it’s ecstasy.

Robert James Berry
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Dawn

It is dawn, you’ve woken
struggling with your pain
the clouds mass like dragons
lesser beasts stir in the undergrowth
but it’s the conversation of gods
at this lewd hour
and the chorus of birds I hear
while the sky is making rainbows.

Robert James Berry
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Talk

You chat so rapidly
as if you haven’t spoken for years
I’m all ears at your stories
which flow like white water
and spiral into clouds.
You’re crazy about food
stirring a huge crock of rice
until the grains are a soft glue
and taste so grand. You add salt,
chillies, caramelise some onions
the smell is ravishing
I should love to fork your food
into my mouth.
 

Robert James Berry
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