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Amy J Taylor
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Poet, writer, artist historian, & Leeds Savage Club Member
Poet, writer, artist historian, & Leeds Savage Club Member

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Complaints Department
      A very British apology, but I’m
sorry, you see, I wish to complain: it’s about the way your lips insist on pronouncing my name; about the way that your
tongue, strokes, each sound, and every letter rolls around in your exquisite
mouth; the way it ting...
Complaints Department
Complaints Department
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The Dark Time
    I saw the dark time when it came again, my
love; I always see. Though you
dip, and dive and hide it from me, like
a swallow in a midsummer sky. I hear the dark time
in your silent sighs, I know its presence in
unseen eyes; and there, was a season, just ...
The Dark Time
The Dark Time
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Lighthouse
    Buried secrets lay, I know, in the earth, at your feet, locked and kept, in a treasure chest, from me, stowed away, like pirates, at sea through tempestuous nights; galleon, rocking, in the pale starlight, and the sight, of land, up ahead, waves crashin...
Lighthouse
Lighthouse
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Life, the Universe and Everything
Look down for a minute, from your solitary star: there are mines there, of gold, I know, but they are worth nothing, when you get to them, if you are haggard, grey, and cold; if your body stiffens and your soul is sleeping, I promise nothing shines for mile...
Life, the Universe and Everything
Life, the Universe and Everything
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Homage
     Sleep,
Sire…I am a pillow for
you, satin
sheets, warm, and
smooth as waters, undisturbed
by the breeze, yet
wild of
heart, like a nightingale, released from her bonds, feathers, all
spread, sleep,
great king, my body is a
bed, for you, and
it longs for...
Homage
Homage
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Angustitus
    Come closer, lock bodies, nay stay,
and lock minds, every inch of you
hidden, a part I must find in
my searching, a sacred treasure
hunt, arms of memory – dulcedo - a blanket of trust; nay but trust, was a long-hunted thing, you caressed and
blessed and...
Angustitus
Angustitus
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Creatures of the Night
    Steal away in the dark, from their watchful eyes, shining like cats' under the city lights, lead me this way, in a wanton flight of fancy to a hidden place - anywhere they cannot  look upon our faces  and perchance may see, the creatures of the night we...
Creatures of the Night
Creatures of the Night
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Reasons
     Sitting
across, you looked in
my eyes, wrote untrue words,
drew lines, on me, that I need to
erase, that warped our
memories and crushed days and
nights, of knowing
firmly, what I am, in your mind,
in your heart, under your mouth and your hands from so...
Reasons
Reasons
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The Last Rose
      She only wanted to be loved like the
last rose, it wasn’t a lot to
ask, and she showed you
exactly how to love her; her
present, her future, …her past, it wasn’t any ability that you lacked, you were not incapable of filling unconventional cracks and ...
The Last Rose
The Last Rose
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Not All The Time
   Something. Sometimes. And then, not much. Sometimes, reached for, and sometimes, untouched, unspoken, inconstant, undone... sometimes, the moon, ...then pushed away by the sun; and yet; here, and bringing, only love, never waxing, nor waning, it fits lik...
Not All The Time
Not All The Time
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