Charles Lara Poems

Sing for me
my sweet woman
Open wide and
touch those notes
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Summer time awaits me
not as gentle as before
yet not so cold
as it will be
...

Maxwell Street on a Sunday
was full of tired bargains
from wary peddlers
trying to live
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A twisted streak
of multi-colored
lightening
pirouettes across
...

it's what i use to be
a long time ago when
all things still had a chance
and thoughts of greater lands
...

Sweet desire has
been taken away
and put back
on a shelf
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Whisper in my ear
and tell me something
I already know
just keep on whispering
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You left me
with a fantasy
as you touched me
with your hand
...

And
you
know
when
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Walking to the store
on a Saturday morning
need to buy some milk
and paper towels.
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