, , , and I love you
for what I don’t see of you
your voice through written word
though not a syllable spoken, heard
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As lifeblood drains and dries in aged veins,
as breaths become compressed in heaving breasts,
when racing steps slow down to stumbled strains,
can aching hearts respond to love’s requests?
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I cannot look upon your face but weep
when thoughts of what I might have meant to you
pervade my spirit long after I keep
appointments with our empty rendezvous.
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Birds and Bees
both fly with ease
buzzing, flapping
in the breeze
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Like stars that live then die their fiery death,
you, sister, ripped from me so suddenly
departed long, too long, no words, no breath
to say goodbye to loving family.
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...see your words
verbal manifestation of thoughts
portraits painted with syllables
of sensuous simile and meaningful metaphor
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When time and distance dim love's fervent flame
Like dreams that wane, moist wisps of morning dew,
Shall lovers keep rekindled just the same
Such love that raged unchained each day anew?
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Can lovers blind to their beloved’s face
With eyes that cannot see still love as deep
As those with eyes that see the human race
Yet close them when they love, as if asleep?
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What senses last when passion's heat abates
laid low to rest beneath sweet lover's quilt?
Perhaps, the taste of milky river rates
as well, or more, as tepid semen spilt
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My walls are built with boundaries firmly set -
My armor cast in iron, virtue - stone,
Impervious to all, for none I've met
Are noble, knightly, worth my time alone.
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