Is it naught but
a foolish notion
seeking to conjure you
out of the mist of memory
and longing, bruised and bittersweet…
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Isn’t it romantic –
the way it climbs and curls
uncaring whether welcomed,
undeterred by the inhospitable
brick and mortar of our lives.
It enchants us,
vivid, lush with promise;
curves holding light and shadow ...
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Let me
breathe
this once
without thinking, no tears
falling from scrunched up eyes
or lips salty with memory and regret,
the waves having crested …
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As I wrote, the memories
unspooled like film, images
shuttered and left to gather
dust in the far reaches of my mind
a book never shared
only a what if of never knowns …
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We leave our hearts in the snow,
no last goodbyes left
to melt the ice clinging to the edges.
I wonder if is it possible to lose it all —
heart, mind, soul,
in a single breath —
the one you took with that kiss
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We breathe in waves,
inhale
exhale;
the ebb and flow
of all we say,
fluid as water.
But what lies hidden
in unspoken thoughts —
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Morning glimpsed
behind a curtain
shaft of light
dancing
upon a headboard
dust motes
alighting
a stillness disturbed
fingers slowly
moving over warm skin
mine for yours
awakening
to thoughts, desire
curling around me
and within, a band
tightening
every revolution
intensifying
every stroke
a lover’s wish
shattering restraint in a rush of sound
a bitten lip
the lingering mark
of your possession
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Autumn color displays
its soul, complex and deep.
Eyes feast upon intricacies,
drama against sullen sky.
November’s grip, winter
chasing sun
sky threatening
eruption, emotion held
to its breast,
since spring came and went.
Intense hue
a taste, pungent;
how it lies upon my tongue
awaiting discovery.
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Blue seas have their own language.
The undulation of dark through light
whispers and roars,
the world becomes strange
day to night. We search the silence
for words unsaid, feelings unfelt,
everything we’ve ever known …
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She was a discovery waiting to happen.
The moment he saw her he knew –
evocative of the unexpected scene you come upon
as you wander an unknown path;
eyes widening just a bit,
smile flirting at the edges of your mouth,
something to enrich your senses
and take your breath –
and oh how he wanted to get lost,
lost in the way she falls.
and in the way he catches her.
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