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The Kiss that
Greeted Me
Yours was the kiss
that greeted me
that welcomed me
home
at the end of the day,
that warmed..
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And I Shall Love You
I may never write an American novel,
or win a Pulitzer prize.
I may never see Paris in the spring
or smell sweetly
..
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This Day of Golden
Summer
I pray to God
to relinquish me
to die within your
arms.
To bleed out
this inexorable pain
..
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A
Full Bodied Bouquet
He
poured from the bottle
of
a red Cabernet,
toasting
its vintage fruit
momentarily
swirling
a..
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The Fabric of
Morning
Linen whites,
brocades of intricate blues and greens
weave the fabric of morning
Coffee, strong
nullif..
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no way out
…cerulean blue
were his eyes i fell into,
with no way out…
photography by Victor Bauer
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As breathless as a
falling star,of monarchs in a
mason jarof rainbows in their
fullest hue,of daylight in a
mist of dewof children’s
laught..
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...a darker side
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Past Carolina
I am fresh from a shower,
wrapped abundantly
in you
you whisper
that I smell of spring,
of falling rain
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...a senyru
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