Janine Campbell

The west wind blows its lilting song
Through pale dusk, before moonlight touches,
Pearl fingers on my window.
In star-tossed reflections from above
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This wine is my life-blood.
Gladly, I give it all to you.
I turn this glass in my hand,
Throwing crystal reflections,
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I came to you in soft colours,
delicate hues of morning flowers
shyly opening to the sun.
I pressed against your lips,
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If I had only ever heard your voice,
echoing through my mind, touching my day,
resonating in my dreams as night wraps around me,
I would love you for this alone.
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Worlds she crosses, in dreams,
in darkness, past the light of day.
If to touch you dissolves her,
sends her atoms into oblivion,
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In the morning hush of my world,
You are a thousand ripples from a
Precious stone tossed in the water.
You spread out from me
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Love, that I should
be in you,
pulsing in your blood.
To live in you, in your veins,
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Within our bones,
there gleam shards
of ancient secrets.
Iwi whakairo,
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How can this beauty be tinged by pain?
Touches of blueness on sultry red
making swirls of violet, my favourite colour.
Knowing this, knowing it too well,
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