1. Void

    Fri 30 June 1995
    By John Mark Schofield in Poetry

    The void, the hole gapes open tonight;
    jagged, ragged edges,
    and you can look down
    and never see bottom,
    just looking down on endless blackness
    till you lose your balance,
    lose your focus,
    lean forward and teeter on the rim,
    and just a breeze,
    just a feather touch and you'll …

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  2. Art Appreciation

    Tue 06 June 1995
    By John Mark Schofield in Poetry

    I want to make love to a tattooed lady,
    intricately patterned flesh heaving under my touch.
    Her art glued to my skin with sweat.
    And then, pulling apart,
    to delicately trace my finger over her lines,
    as I soften, spent, inside her.

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  3. Goodbye

    Wed 11 January 1995
    By John Mark Schofield in Poetry

    I do not want you,

    but I wish it could have worked.

    I miss the feel of you beside me
    as we squeezed into my single bed.

    I miss the quick touch of your lips
    at my neck as I worked at my desk.

    I do not want you,
    but …

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