Vaun Moore Poems

He said the air was better in Paris.
In Paris we could breathe
Like we never could
Here in the little home I had built.
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It has been so long since I've watched you sleeping;
Watched the blue night descend on your body like a thick blanket.
Sometimes, your hair would cast itself like a net,
Snaring your face in fragile, moth-like tendrils.
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We count the seconds
Where once the hours weren't enough
Silence now forces us too speak
Where once words were to much
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I met you in a splendor of giggling
Amid summer dust in New York City…

Gulping merriment,
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One day, there will be a woman besides you
Who paints her lips a deeper shade of red
In an attempt to hold onto you
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Daintily you move alongs the garden path
Stopping now and then only to smell the roses
And the lilies
And the magnolias
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I watch from the top of the stairs
As his head disappears quickly between the heavy doors
No doubt running swiftly (world class marathoner)
Down the stairs, fleeing into her waiting arms
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There are nights like these
When sleep refuses to come
And everything I touch reminds me of you
A novel, the remote, the pillow
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I look at you and I see myself-
Same eyes
Same nose
Same mouth
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On quiet little cat feet
You come crawling in the thick of the night
Skillfully breaking down my every defense
Until there is only me
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