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I lie in ambush for sunsets Like a pagan worth of dreams written in ash I stir the holy water Who made the ceremony last? I craved fri..

After a day in the mile end

I know for certain Sunflowers Mark the crest of spring I never smile at them Only nod my head Remaking at their familiar position ..

The twilight of the dove That’s where you will find me Ample and hidden, obscure Like a silver evening lost On the tenderness ..

This is in fact a birthday poem to somebody turning 20.

Since what I hope for is so long in coming Let me perfect myself more in waiting And love what life does offer and take it strongly And f..

Unnecessary, it's unnecessary to still Be thinking of you, after many weeks and months Do I have no one else to love? But the shame of my..

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my 22nd poem of the day

In the throat of danger We met as lovers on a journey Like a refuge of instinct Left to consume salt and waltz Under the sheets for a ti..