Linda Marie Van Tassell Poems

He storms away in a caliginous cloud of thunder.
His chilly kiss leaves me with a curious sense of wonder.

In a palm of tears of disbelief, I cannot find the reason.
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The morning falls like a silent whisper upon the land,
with the clouds stealing in like a thief upon the flowers;
and the faint mist that is rising like a gossamer hand
touches the verdant blades of grass and the blooming bowers.
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My loving heart could not sustain you.
I could not make my love your own;
and though I was honest and true,
I could not turn your heart from stone.
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When nothing seems to work anymore
and nothing turns out right,
when all you want is to be held close
and you only argue and fight,
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I think it's sexy...

the way your finger touches my lip,
waiting for my tongue to touch its tip,
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Your shadow is like sunlight always returning.
I happily dance within the shadows you throw.
The little lamplight of love is ever burning,
a hopeful flicker from my heart that you might know.
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Philosophy
boldly wears a frock
of woven logic
while
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Color me blue:
Indigo

Beneath the dalliance
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Dance me in daylight where roses grow wild,
along the banks of the river sublime.
Hold me in moonlight where shadows stand tall,
against the rolling hills of creeping thyme.
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'I got lost in the night, without the light
of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me
I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.'
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