Michael Benfield Poems

I am a carousel horse
an emerald in each eye.
Two deep breaths and I open the door,
one drink, his hand on my thigh.
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Only when the night is cold,
and the winds are howling down the empty streets.
Only when the moon has faded,
and the sun has deserted the sky.
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A cold dark village,
of no well known faces.
A moon-lit street,
and deep puddles of black.
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I wish I could explain myself..
I can deflect, the world cannot hurt me..
Their opinions mean nothing;
but mine does.
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