For a moment there I'd thought I'd lost you Trusted your love to another's soft arms Sacrificed your soothing words for the sake Of some dear soul in greater need of Your deep wisdom and your comforting thoughts When I scanned the room and could not find you The curve of your spine seemingly absent My heart dropped like a lead weight in the sea Had I in my rash haste cast you outwards? Had I chosen to share you, lend your love? I have, in the past lost many like you But you are one I could not bear to lose My life is a list of borrowed lovers Who have left my doorstep and not returned Names gathering dust in far off houses Fear overwhelms me and in panic I scour my house for a trace of you Conjuring your faint image to my mind I throw my anxious self about the rooms Frantically searching high and low for you For a moment there, I'd thought I'd lost you Placed your pages in another's soft arms But there you sit, hidden, partly obscured Awaiting my touch and my devotion Ready to tell your stories My hand caresses the curve of your spine Opens your cover, and your words spill forth Curled against cushions, gazing at your face You are mine and I am yours once again And we rediscover an old friendship. Bonus: Actual performance of the poem. ACT Poetry Slam Finals 2010.My performance starts at 4:46 - but if you watch the full video, you'll see that my competition included quality poets like JC Inman, Darian Isaac and CJ Bowerbird (Australian Poetry Slam Champion). No wonder my performance was terrible. No excuses for the crappy suit and haircut though.
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