Richard Cowan Burton Poems

It’s a perfectly early winter day

And I find myself buying roses for a woman
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Poetic forms counterbalance an oval face
Winged chair balanced her body's sharp angels
Ballet embrace harmonized my grace
Close my eyes to her human intoxication
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We shared the same side of the bed, and we shared the same dreams when we laid our heads.
We shared the same fears, and sometimes the same awful piercing life screams,
We shared a smile, a look, and a feeling for each other, that made us work.
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We are possibly asking,
too much from time
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