Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

the shock (1 Dec 2008)

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it was more the shock
like I fell in the middle
of an angry midstream
gesture and there was my face
whacking into the back of your hand

it was more a shock
tactic of movement
concentrating all our frustrations
into a single point, a single second
dissolving on the bed
in a heap, face covered
in hair, in tears
coming from somewhere much deeper
than time could dig up

it was the most natural affair
to be crumpled together
abandoning who’s right and who’s wrong
and this doesn’t fit and maybe it could
have been done this way and feeling
so far away from our centres
and to see that our hearts
could not tolerate

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