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Your skin is a blank canvas

Punctuated with a few moles

And a sparse hairs

But as the night goes on

Your back bears streaks of red from fingernails

And the pallor of your skin

Is lost as blood rushes to the surface

Painting my masterpiece on you

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86

I watched the hate grow inside you

Small at first 

Until suddenly it expanded rapidly

In all directions

Curling around your organs

Until it was as encompassing as veins

And as deadly as cancer

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85

I want to know what you would feel like

Inside of me

Not just because of the way

That you make my stomach flip

But because I want to know you

Better than before

And fucking is more honest

Than the courtship dance

And well constructed desirable forms

We create for ourselves

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84

When I first became aware that the colour

Of my brothers skin

It was not because I saw it

But because they pointed it out to me

They didn't see how we could be the same

Because our colour didn't match

The chasm was opened then

I found myself on one side

While my brother was on the other

Pigeonholed before given a chance

Told he was lazy and predestined 

For any failure that occurred

While any failure that occurred by my hand

Was a whim of adolescence 

Or a test for me to learn from

An exception an not a rule

All the while the refrain played

That racism is a prejudice of the past

So what I would like explained

Is why I am treated differently

When all that separates us

Is the womb we grew from

If racism is not alive and well

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83

You are maddening

You are intoxicating

I think of you when awake

And when I lie down at night

Ready to take respite from my thoughts

You pull me into my dreams

Whirling me around 

With gravity defeated

You tease me with pleasures

That melt away with the night

The morning sun leaving me cold

And awake without you once more

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82

The things that define me are not

What you use to define me

You ask if my tattoos hold the password

To my soul rather than merely

Ink upon my skin

You theorise that the ring in my nose

Tells of a need to rebel

You see the top layer and no more

But that is enough for you to know me

And you correct me when I stray to far

In trying to tell you what I think

Might define me

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81

You talk about terrorists

And how they are in the wrong

That their actions are born of hate

And religious fevour

You site the Qu'ran as though you've read it

And you understand the passions

Of an entire religion

Because of a book open to translation

You call them sand-niggers

Say they smell

That we should nuke their countries

That we will never stand down 

We will never be afraid of their act

Of insolence in the face 

Of the great British power

Which the savages can't question

Because there is one culture

One way of living

That is right

And it is British

And anything else is wrong and evil

And will we kill them and call it justice

And they will kill us and we will call it terrorism

And we will continue to condemn the different among us

Defining their actions by our hypocritical acts before them

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80

We took photos at every moment

Smiling or screwing up our faces

Kissing boldly on camera

Showing the world 

We were happy

We were together

We were love

Years after that love faded

The pictures curl

And gather dust 

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79

Words seem to capture how I feel

At first as I try to express the longing 

The lust and the plethora of emotions

I receive at your hands

Multicoloured and intrinsically linked

Expressions become disjointed 

Turning to black and white characters

Holding nothing of the electricity

I feel between us

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78

The excitement dominated at first

Every touch made my stomach flip

And my loins burn

Contact was electric

And I could think of nothing else

Alone at night

The moment of truth came

When you sought me out

The erotic excitement turned to nervous energy

And doubts about the change

That can be made my two lips touching

Two bodies fucking

Came into play

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77

Coffee, cigarettes, and an Amnesty shirt

Define you, and define me

Fallen into a predictable trap

Of middle-class white student

Love story

Angst, late nights, sweating rooms

And longing broken hearts

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76

You've intoxicated me

With your scent

Becoming more familiar than air

Awakening something animalistic

Somewhere deep within me

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75

Seeing you sends my internal organs 

Flipping backwards

As though they don't know

That its cliche

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74

Today was your birthday

You should have been seventeen

I can picture you

Surrounded by love and light

Fictitious though it is

For you will never know

The toll of time on your features

The kiss on your wedding day

The blooming of life in your belly

Even the heat of the candles

On your sixteenth birthday cake

It was all more than you had time for

You remain fifteen eternally

But this remains your day

And we who still remain

Picture you happy and full of life

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73

All the best lines

Turn into cliches

Manipulated from original meanings

Perverted for mass consumption

Depriving them of their original beauty

And me of any way to convey

My innermost workings to you

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72

I used to think

That jealously

Was a sign of 

A love so deep

That to share 

Would cut me 

To my soul

Now I know

That I would

Share you with

A million others

If it meant

I could have

You just once

Because my love

For you goes

So deep that

It is intrinsic

And jealousy is

Nothing compared to

Living without you 

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71

You said you liked 

The way my skin

Veils my veins

That the bones 

Which jut from

Beneath show my

Delicacy and feminity

You like my 

Small stature for

Much the same 

Reason that it

Makes you feel

Big and strong

Only achievable through

My perceived frailty 

But despite my

Appearance I am

Far stronger than

You will ever 

Be you asshole