Marcus McKinley Poems

I like, your taste...
I like, your style...
I like the thoughts
behind your smile.
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Your existence makes my spirit rush
Pressed lips upon my skin
Quivers my soul with a simple touch
Stoking the gemstones fire deep within
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Gradually rocking, drifting, swaying
Your whole life viewed, through a sliver
Soft ocean waves gently tucking in
Cherished is, this final glimmer
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It is in your actions, your words
Your backwards glance
In the moments of chance it manifests
Deep within a heaving breast, a sigh
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Lead me there
To your favorite chair
Sit me down
Fingers through hair
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Morning starts with my ringing alarm
It pommels my senses
Like a seasoned pugilist
Taunting me to strike back
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I close my eyes and
the lids like screens reveal my dreams
It seems, time has aged all hopes of
any accomplishment the future holds
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Her soft touch and soft smile
Stayed with me awhile but, for tonight
Distant are the shores and cries of my plight
Not in this life, not in this light
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In the garments and scuffs of paint on the floor
In the sections and imperfections of neatly laid tile
In the wood grain planks of our moral fiber
I see faces
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I have yet to write my greatest work
Pondering and postulating, in words diverse
Each poem ‘till then a mere rehearse
Toward the work of greatest verse
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