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 The Incomplete Cacophony 

 The Incomplete Cacophony


Ed Hooke

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April - May 2012

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Two swung through the jungle treetops

Lakeside bodies gently met

Slapped by slews of rampant raindrops

Grins & groans to not forget

A small brown girl. A tall white boy.

Left and stayed with wrenched affection

Each a distinct destiny

Your set menu life direction

held no taste for such as me.

In your plan would come a tall brown man

Ours remains a tale of nearly.

Dreams unlived enshrined unspoiled.

"What if"s we rejected really

Bright "might have been"s foiled.

Come back your long fingers slender.

Come back your sleek matchstick thighs.

Curved tops topped an old agenda.

Hesitant yet eager eyes

reappear now here after 9 years

Ours remains a tale of nearly.

Sweet shock as we touch once more.

Could I have been yours sincerely?

We both so unsure.

A Tale of Nearly

 A love story which almost  started and then nearly almost  started again....

I sometimes think that the line “I love you. Well OK, not really.” should qualify me for some sort of prize…

but the truth is

that this was never going to be enough

for either of us.

Draw blinds over tides and bridges

Cover clocks for these years nine.

Mundane mithers and mortgages

Ignore all!  Pretend you're mine.

Swing as before through jungle treetops.

Ours remains a tale of nearly.

Skirt round the lake.  Don't plunge in.

I love you.  Well OK, not really.

Cue no violin.

Ours has been a tale of almost.

Part! Body parts part caressed.

Tomorrow so farred from so closed.

Lust not lost nor lessed.

Ours remains a tale of nearly.

Fly home from my skies of grey.

P'rhaps we should just meet 9 yearly

6 thousand miles away.

Shadows fade where you once shone.

Jumpa lagi 9 years on.

Ours has been a tale of not quite.

Gaze long then hands separate.

Reunion rendering contrite.

9 years too late.