Michael Stephens Poems

it is night, again,
insomnia infects my veins;
i wonder through this vacant city of broken dreams
and heartless, desperate schemes.
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it seems at times,
there’s nothing else to write about;
and yet this stubborn compulsion remains:
to arrange lines of syllabled rhymes,
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...supine bodies of naked, sweaty flesh
intertwined on the floor like
snakes in their spring mating ritual
copulating
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Lights dance across the loft
While outside the rain falls soft
And on the radio Dylan sings a lament
While you lay entwined with your new lover
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...And so your spirit wanders through the valleys of the city,
Like a cool winter breeze.
It is a pale shadow which I cannot follow,
But whose presence can be felt everywhere.
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Come, my darling and take my hand
Let us walk across these mirrored sands
Breath deep the sweet ocean air
And dream of far-off exotic lands.
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I am older by a hundred years
Or so it seems through this veil of tears
Like my heart
Tonight the city burns
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