Jeremy Farmer Poems

Texte: The poets were good teachers, for they taught
Earth had this joy; but that 'twould ever be
That fortune should be perfected in me,
My heart of hope dared not engage the thought
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I feel her touch
in the paradox of passion
her love my completeness
yet still I am broken
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Echoes of the past calling out my name
The old times lost, and life is not the same
Distant the voices hidden in my mind
Behind closed eyes before the nightmares come
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Clouds scatter beneath waxing moon
and her sensual fullness silently reflects
silver white in the long grasses of the wild meadow
as we listen to the breeze of late summer
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Each night I wake in the same dream
and I scream into the darkness
I hear your footsteps
following me
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Recalling the nights of
leather caressing leather
I held you between my thighs
as I straddle your curves
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A breath of change as angels sing
The dreams that bring us tomorrow
I'm wearing my heart on a string
No longer caring which winds blow
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Shattered pieces of the heart

Lie scattered at the end of love
Forever is over and now we part
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From that first touch
before I could comprehend
the pulsating movements between our hands
as our fingers entwined
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In dreams, there is an island
where we belong, just you and me,
and that little thing we call love
where moon is always smiling
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