Never had he spoken of what they saw
He’d held it back- his emotions raw
Until this day when it came to pass
He found the name etched in black glass
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Softly Winter Lies
Softly
the hard winter lies.
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So….when I need you……
What am I supposed to do?
Must I reach across Orion?
Must I hurdle the moon?
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The ravishment is thorough…
Utterly encompassing.
Nothing is left untouched.
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In the aftermath….
I lie cradled still in your arms
Languid
Satiated
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Teetering here
Upon the brink
Of lofty self-delusion
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“Silence is hovering above the Atlantic.”
he tells her.
“Hush...hush darling! ” he tries to
calm her.
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Soulmates, we
a melding of two
Never physically to know
This whole life through
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The starkness of white upon the green
The paper is crisp. Crisp and clean
A rustle of wind- a flutter of pages
Words written down- never to be seen
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