Oliver Roberts Biography

I wait for you in the morning sun
the morning sun.
Here in the morning sun,
its light burning, burning
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It was already noon
but I was awake.
You came into the kitchen,
a black band tied hurriedly in your hair,
...

I open my eyes
for the first time.
For the first time,
you are beside me
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Standing in the space between when we touch and when we don’t,
I watched from a distance as we kissed.
Together we had formed a tunnel;
something roared inside its depths,
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In the night’s forgotten hour
you closed me into your eyes,
their black shine taste in my mouth.
Walking blindly in the snow,
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