Lorenzo Lynn Poems

Part 4

No windows cast their light within
nor let what happens in without
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My day
your night

You sleep
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At ease, I peer upon your narrow neck
that flows in gentle lines toward tapered waist
while gently swirling fluids lie within
your crystal figure waiting for my lips.
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Statuesque
quaint roses, daily calls
love notes, sly looks
bright eyes, flashing lashes
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In rhythmic motion they become defined
as if in spatial harmony; they run
in sycopation, arms and legs aligned
in place, unmoved until their tasks are done.
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“C’mon over, ”
said she to he
(grammatically him)
she says,
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How loved I am that I have two
I don’t need three
but do want you.
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A Knight one night upon his Lady came
upon her lying, tearful in her bed,
morose that some beloved without a name
instead of love a millstone left instead.
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The Achaeans were enraged as were the Trojans
each by the other individuals and the whole.
In the midst of the Discord was Erin, quae omnes egit
she unofficially began it who had the principal role.
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When I needed you,
your words flashed red and yellow banners
warning me to slow down,
STOP
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