William Jackson Poems

If time allowed me to live two lives instead of one,
I would have no obligation except to love you.
If only time allowed.
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although death is.
although death is
the great leveler,
Life continues on
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Like bees drawn
to the moonflower
by lunar light,
I am inexplicably
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When Dawn spread out her fingertips of rose,
we went down to the sea, and there in the shallows,
in a protected place, you lay on your back in the brine,
gently buffeted by the incoming tide as I carefully upheld you
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My lover’s eyes are never far from my thoughts,
Nor the lingering touch of her delicate hands,
Nor the warm softness of her lips when she kisses me,
Nor the joy I take from holding her in my arms.
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My love,
My breath, my life, song of my soul,
my heart dances within me
with my every thought of you.
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if god is now officially dead
or never existed at all
as some experts have said,
then what is man,
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You are an elixir, a magical draught
of which I can never quite get enough.
And the maddening shame of it is
I have not even tasted a single drop
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The world, a steel cage, complete with plastic grass,
whose round windowless walls allow no escape,
is lovelier than ever, so I am told, and there are
no environmental damages.
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Restless and bored. What to do?
Plant more vegetables? No, I have grown tired of the garden.
In summer's heat it withers even now. Squash is through.
Take a mistress? Clearly my heart would harden!
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