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No windows cast their light within
nor let what happens in without
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My day
your night

You sleep
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At ease, I peer upon your narrow neck
that flows in gentle lines toward tapered waist
while gently swirling fluids lie within
your crystal figure waiting for my lips.
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Statuesque
quaint roses, daily calls
love notes, sly looks
bright eyes, flashing lashes
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In rhythmic motion they become defined
as if in spatial harmony; they run
in sycopation, arms and legs aligned
in place, unmoved until their tasks are done.
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“C’mon over, ”
said she to he
(grammatically him)
she says,
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How loved I am that I have two
I don’t need three
but do want you.
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A Knight one night upon his Lady came
upon her lying, tearful in her bed,
morose that some beloved without a name
instead of love a millstone left instead.
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The Achaeans were enraged as were the Trojans
each by the other individuals and the whole.
In the midst of the Discord was Erin, quae omnes egit
she unofficially began it who had the principal role.
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When I needed you,
your words flashed red and yellow banners
warning me to slow down,
STOP
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From midnight on a shoreline where we met,
We held each one defenseless till the morn,
You clasping my too willing self that let
Unbridled passion roar in life reborn.
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Sonnet (She to Him)

Intrigued by words, I was once by the shore
Where waves and wishes washed upon the reef
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Two bodies intersected by the shore,
both pent with hunger for expressions lost
by death of love and lover wanting more
than hearts and souls with anguish, pain, embossed.
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Like flocking birds, she rushed to farther place
where cold chills tepid wills and lover’s tongue
sweet words left hanging lost from saddened face
from him who loved too soon his love too young.
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Oh, Husband, dear –
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The Secret Room - Part 4

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No windows cast their light within
nor let what happens in without
one door that opens open mind
and candles flicker with their light
the dark within this rheumy sight
the music plays inside my head
and body dances on the bed
my own in writhing rhythmic flow
like restless legs, a syndrome, go.

The bedding, blankets, all unfold
their cov’ring pulled upon the sheets
of satin, silky, soft, unstained
and here, for hours I remained
still, contemplative, as a dream
recurrent, vast collage of scenes
and I explore the outer shell
with heated oils, melted creams
spread evenly, s l o w l y
on all surfaces, no rings or bracelets
chains or charms
encumbering, raising false alarms
that this, my respite, was unreal
to all but me. It isn’t as it seems,
not fantasy nor midday dreams.

My hands upon my flesh like yours
were delicate as once yours were
but are no more too rushed to touch
where you no longer care to roam.

The warming cream froths into foam
where spread apart I fill my gap
that yawned for you (tried only once)
till you rebelled against my will
that satisfied just me– repelling you.

Now, here I lie my other self
re-loving me as is my need
without the fear your demon seed
will spill itself upon my skin
defiling this my dream within.

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