Peter Gray Poems

locksmiths come
pick locks
fix locks
change locks
...

I rise daily
To see myself
reflected in you
bursting with life
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Our bodies braid,
And unbraid
As we take each other in
Exploring wrinkles in our hearts
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A kind hand welcomes mine
And so our hands intertwine
Your dark eyes open to my being.
Speaking softly, your words are heavy
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You rise to check the time.
A moment of true beauty,
of quiet grace.
I recall as the curves of you,
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