PHILIP MCKIBBIN
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Well, I would call that love (No. 2)


​In those nights,
if I could reach you,

this is what I’d say:

‘Forsake your God
(for something nobler)

and, for me,
(although it’s cold)
undress yourself

of pretence.’

With love, I know
you’d find me here –

wrapped-up, you’d
step down damplit streets,

and let yourself into this empty room,
and sit with me on this wooden floor,

and talk me down from my fear.
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​​Kī mai ki ahau, He aha te mea nui o te ao?
Māku e kī atu, Ehara i 'te tangata, te tangata', engari ko te aroha e!