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She is writing more than me.Putting pen to paper
with breathy words carried by the wind in her memories.I can hear them, her thoughts,like a steady w..
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man on the moonm.s.early2017-03-22i dressed the poems with flowerscarefully with sentimentand dotted each “i” as if lighting a candlein th..
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If my lips were to pronounce your name, much sweeter they be
as the sweetness of kisses the Sun lays on each morning.
Should the ears of those be..
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the years before us but prelude
sent from realms above
not earthly element, nor ethereal dream
not even stars precede our love
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you’re sleeping through the first snowflakeswafting then resting like the yearsof our timeline.i’m remembering your eyesreflecting my smil..
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i could stay and surf in your eyesthat catch the moon like wave crests glimmeringmy shiny seascape lover
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before long lines on the horizon,before the stars, before the moon,in the empty air between us,a pulse through heaven’s gate,a whisper brushed a..
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I'm exhausted; no sleep.Two hours last night.So I made myself put work down and go out.I'm at the coffee house,having a fish taco,people watching,list..
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she speaks carefully mostly with her armorwhen shields up focusing intently but then stargazing reckless love language and she is vulnerable until sob..
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I am in the morning again,
your hair pushed against.
It's scent relentless. Still with me.
Sleeping then seeing you,
having you, braced and f..
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