Andrew David Hunt Poems

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You stretch with so much sensual strain,
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Shattered and stifled: pulverised by a distracted difference ego.
Allow me to rebuild these sore wounds that cruelty has so created,
Assent deliquesces: thus allying, these splintered searing shards aglow
And with thriving cement, assure enshrine this once so shattered form;
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The old photograph, like a tomb, rests at my feet;
Its gloss membrane has sprouted and is ruptured.
Leaving its once steeped colours, now to ebb
Then stream into bleach and begin to dissolve.
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The stars glitter in her eyes as these slow heavens part,
And here, upon these so soft dry rolling near desert sands;
While her knotted heartbeat fights to relent purlieu sighs.
While along the breeze that now heralds this latent dawn,
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Tis’ here: upon these almost dry, rolling, near desert sands;
Where plump abundant stars lustre above and below weave,
Leaving gossamer threads made of no- time across our eyes;
While our ears rest at this moment, open, desperate to perceive.
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The Deer
I
The heavy scent of pine, oak, birch and hyssop,
Spins like sacred secret garlands within the breeze.
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Dark light: you crack open like a black flower, to unfurl a burnt smile;
That, in turn, gives an open honest witness to death’s pure perfection.
It is here within this soft entrance, that you are now slowly squeezed:
And together with white penetrating fingers, that have heated blisters,
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The sky gloriously shines, from her dear emerald eyes,
As she restlessly cavorts, to a near perfect still glimmer.
Her soft mouth so sweetly sings, in delicate echo sighs,
That rush down to a tide which surges with a strong tremor
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In the glint of your clear crystal eyes,
I am witness to the birth heaven's child;
For they shine with unfettered resonance.
and in the scent of your tender parted lips,
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I
Her eyes reflect such subtle beauty,
As in a vast and cloudless star filled sky;
While her luscious hair, weak curled, is rolling
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