Julyn Pride Poems
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Inherently it will throw a curve
Even as I stand
At the apex of my cavalcade
That is the frozen Bering shore.
My long black coat,
All that blocks the unforgiving blow,
Wraps more tightly, an oxen yoke
Squeezing out the truth I hide.
Hatred has been my wallowing refrain.
Beside me, there lay 3 downed cups,
Reminders of what I have not done,
Pouring out that lost time as I muse to forget.
Anger and pain has grown toxic.
The winds blast from the Circle.
His kisses began
Slow and small
Building to a crescendo
Of wide open mouth
As his passion starved tongue
Seeks to belong together with her new habit.
There is no turning back
As he searches in her depths.
She is the light.