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You were glad to night, and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed.
But as you fall asleep I hear you say,
those tired and sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
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Silhouettes of carved shapes,
and outlines of a grins fade.
Sheets ruffled and pillows pressed,
where shadows once layed.
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Lines surface to
skin curved around
bends deep,
closed.
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She walks in beauty,
like the cloudless night and starry skies.
All that's best of dark and bright,
meet in the aspect of her eyes.
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Out through the fields and the woods,
and over the walls I have treaded.
I have climbed the hills of view,
and looked onto the world descended.
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In a long thin arc of loneliness,
where nothing collides I wait.
Face flushed and stomach in ropes,
seconds become hours and minutes to days.
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7.

I press my hips,
to yours searching.
A brush of skin,
of cheeks mingling.
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Lights are to as shine,
as the fog is to consume.
Air fresh with a vivid taste,
as to withered lips suffer.
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We lay in sinking crests of sand and rock,
brimmed by the sun's heat.
On mornings at dusk; orange tints breathe in,
to a white horizon below.
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She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes.
The deep grey windows of her heart were wet,
they softened with a new regret
To note in mine unspoken miseries,
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The television's glare of a window's glow,
as drops of rain burst against it's pane.
Speakers of tone and rhythmic hues,
search my ears dry.
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In heights of heaven or shallows of ground,
to trees kissing the clouds.
With their roots spread beneath our feet,
lifting the Earth's shroud.
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Time and again, however well we know the landscape of love.
The little church-yard with lamenting names,
and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the others end.
Time and again we go out as two,
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14.

Dear violins with strings of grace,
cue the orchestra.
As melodics of bloodshot eyes,
take pace to the piano's echo.
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Trance of haze,
illuminates fire.
Rough fingers,
the plea of touch.
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Against the stone breakwater,
only an ominous lapping while the wind surges overhead.
Coming down from the mountain,
whistling between the arbors and the winding terraces.
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Naked We Sleep

You were glad to night, and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed.
But as you fall asleep I hear you say,
those tired and sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
I daunter in as to your ears are to be found,
as found is your soft kissed neck.
An illuminating whisper to your dry mouth,
as I unbind your cloth's last thread.
Now naked we sleep.

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