Rhonda Davis

You say we are friends and that is fine.
But then you treat me like a leper and I do not understand.
I have known you now for almost ten years and still you are a puzzle to me.
One day you smile and bring me into your circle and if I come close to walking in you move the edge.
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You made it!
You reached the goal!
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I want you to be my lover.
Not my partner but my lover.
That person I meet on the side.
The one who is secret and no one else knows even when others are around.
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The day eases in and out so quietly.
Time passes and never a moment goes away
that I do not think about you.
Your ghost and essence are always playing
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It's been years the memory is still clear.
Impressions of a face remain.
Freshness of youth intact, unspoiled.
Perfume of roses and wild flowers newly cut still briefly lingers in the air.
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God, please take these feelings away.
I know that they have been there all my life.
I have been able to close the door on them
in the past.
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I wish that I could just simply disappear and go away.
I want to run from here as fast and far away as I can.
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You do not seem to know what you do to me.
Do you understand just far over the edge you push me and then grab me back?
Do you realize the senses that you fulfill with each movement and breath you take?
Can you begin to know just how very sensual you really are?
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I think about the moment you died.
They told us it was painless, that you could not have felt the impact.
But I know better, and I wish I did not.
I can imagine the fear you felt rising as you saw the oncoming headlights glaring brighter and brighter until all sight was a single blinding light.
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A quiet place to escape from this loud and deafening world of madness.
A quiet place to carry with me everywhere I go.
A refuge of peace and stillness to get away and be silent.
A place where happiness and love surround and engulfs me.
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What is this beast that has entered into my mind.
This growing scourge that haunts me like an animal at each waking moment of the day.
Alas. Sleep has been no better form of escape.
For then I am left to run freely without restraint.
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There is a light beyond the tunnel's end.
I have shimmered in its brilliant beams.
All around glowed in gold as careless joy swept into my soul.
Met in time by another glowing figure.
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Here I stand with my hat in my hand looking like a proverbial fool again.
Egg dripping from my face runs down on this jester's vest of shame.
The hidden wound bleeds internally for I would never let you see the hurt.
It would be to great a sacrifice for you to see the being inside.
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The spirit above has said: “Love thy neighbor as thyself”.
What is so hard about this?
I do not understand.
You hatred of me confuses me for I have done nothing wrong.
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If you could step inside my soul would you be able to leave again?
Can one molecule pass through the membrane and diffuse out the wall?
If the energy exchange is there can you leave whole as one again?
What transformation will occur?
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Remember that special childhood toy?
Where is it now?
Remember how safely guarded you were from the dark monsters that lived under your bed?
Comfort that was given freely each time tears wet your face.
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I saw you the other night sitting in a restaurant.
You looked up, smiled that full-face smile and said hello.
I thought I was over you. But my heart went crazy.
I thought I had driven the wanting out.
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Thistle fairies exist.
Do you know where?
Brightly shining glimpses of light barely seen.
Look into a child's eyes.
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You know what you do to me every time I see you.
You know how my heart aches to tell you that I love you.
You smile, and I am immediately drawn into your power again.
Oh, you know exactly what you do to me.
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I chose to shut the door long ago.
Do not open it.
Do not pull in the rusted handle.
Do not unlock the bolt.
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