Lonnie Hicks

If I could take the world
into my world;
If I could be God-like
what would I do
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Come closer;

I need to feel
your body
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Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
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'I am the Winter Flower'
she said
'the opposite of the Summer Ones.'
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Where does the river flow
if not to you?

How deep its depths
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Strewn on the ground
were the nouns;
the gerunds
and the active verbs,
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We are trapped
Beauty Eyed
in beholder's
gaze,
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I am Violences' Victim
which scarred my soul
slammed it down
to earthly hell
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Oh, to be soul-kissed
the deep kiss;
mouth brushing past
parted lips.
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I feel like a train sometimes
that can't get no locomotin.'

My wheels lumber
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I have seen Passion Storm
and sweep away obstacles.

Did Romeo and Juliet's
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There is a single leaf flying
in this my autumn gloaming,
a leaf fluttering light
as if being orchestrated
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My grandmother used to say
don't marry for money
but stay open-minded.
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If I can but see
those reaching arms before me,

feel flat against my chest
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The problem is metaphoric;
I live inside lines
which only approximate
but do not satisfy.
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In the Rotations
of the Universe
periodically,
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I don't want to wait until I'm dead
to tell people I love them.

Don't want to be deceased
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First Love's Touch,
mutual gathering was only through them,
our Hands.
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Words too many, creates an inflation-like balloon; sphere grown too large
where each word gets lost in the volume of words gone awry, orphaned,
where syllabicity becomes too complicatedly and comprehension
escapes the brain and flees into the night of obscurity and sadly
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Two men in ragged clothing
sat beside the road
alert and on the hunt.
Each watched a different direction
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