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Past where the moon pins the sky clamber aboard a running tram let us go then, you and I past the bleating of the lamb clamber aboard a running tram you keep the lighter in your pocket past the bleating of the lamb your cigarette…

Summer of then

I remember searingly when I need to and when I don’t days of youthful summers grandparent’s lake home woodlands of northern Minnesota Only child only grandchild given free rein to roam explore discover understand all on my own terms I remember searingly when I need…

Many Things

Many things Many things Many things aren’t what they seem Many things Many things Many things aren’t worth seeing either Many things Many things Many things speak of many means Many things Many things Many things lack their meaning still Many things Many things Many…

Come For Me

* Sensual poem warning 18 or older* Fierce thrills, I close my eyes Feeling the rush consume me Sight returns fluttering lids To an empty bed Where I wait for you To come for me. Heart outstretched like open arms A fantasy of breath Skin…

Hour 3: The Roses

They bloomed but for a day Now the roses have withered The scented air just as thick Bordering on stench It was pleasant for a day Now the roses have withered In a sad, grieving sight much like a funeral Though they are not mourning…

Hour 3: Beautiful Day

Beyond the veil of sleepiness, My eyes they open wide. I pour myself a cup of coffee Take the dog outside. I look around, I listen To the sounds and sights that I can see I drowsily smile and stretch my arms What a beautiful…

Capture moments in the eyes Store memories in the heart The sound of laughter never fades away The glimpse of a smile never dissolves In our hearts, we carry it along With the hope they last long!

Fix you

Because you’re worth it. Because none of this would be the same without you. Because we are Forever in xanadu, you own uniqueness and no force in the universe can change that.

Caterwauling

I wonder if there will Ever come a day When the two resident cats Will actually play Without screaming like banshees When the other comes near Hissing and moaning For all to hear And complaining so loudly Like a common ally cat Expect when we’re…

Lies

After three nights spent with her, I can proudly say She lives in me She lives in me. She lives in me. Does she live in me?