Poetheart Morgan Poems

I was trying to talk last night
fighting with the internet again
millions and millions in my front line
like marines landing in a traffic shore
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Put a green lens

let me chose my glasses, please? Can I?
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when the season ~ fall comes ~
feel many hands over me
white hands
all kinds of fingers
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I hope I can answer your letter correctly because Paul, I do not write more in Portuguese, so wherever you are aware that became his farewell letter in a english poem.
So long after his memory had come back to me in prose
And you know I do not like prose.
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The Prelude in Ré Maior

the sound of a Kiss
depends of your bliss
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Lower my head
entwine my hair
in my face of marble
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I cut my foot!

i cut only in a delirious dance
and, then, opened a vein
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I have worked too much
and traveled a lot

and give to others what they need
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Secret Lullaby

Balu Balu, Lilith-by
come and take my soul
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in a pedestal
i rest
just for your pleasure
that you share with others too
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