Kay Gaiser Poems

You move through me like the wind through aspen.
I arch my back, to ride a jump that seems too high until it rises.

When my breath catches, it is crisp, like winter,
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To be with you gave me hope for good things to come,
promises of happiness, clear skies and glistening lakes,
of adventures limited only by the boundaries of our imaginations combined.
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If one could sell love, I bet you could work there.
As he stacked & built your boxes, in excess, piled outside my door, I remember my chest filling with heat - freshly sent by you.
Or maybe, one can cover a person, as you did; each mesmerizing rub, a murmur of appreciation over my seeking skin.
In thanks, I give my body to you.
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I am not sure what that feeling was,
But I seem to have lost it now.
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I wish you cared but I know you don't
Maybe it's your own self esteem
It hurts us both
Have you ever been spontaneous?
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Your reach is long, but your tether short
As you watch me bleed from self-inflicted wounds,
You throw words at me, cold and hard like hail,
But they land soft and fleeting like snow.
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