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Days of Winter
It was the short days
of winter
that proceeded to fade
her colors,
where the precipice of
night
exacerbated
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Unchaste Desire
I fall short
defining your presence in my life.
I am cognizant of the void your absence imparts,
whether you leave..
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Sleeping with Paul
I traced his masculine formwith my photographic mind,never to allow the rush of morningto enter, there.
photograp..
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...inspired by my favorite Stones song
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Bastions
of History
My
unrivaled heart
speaks
in tongue of English lore,
fancies
the 19th century frock
is
beguiled by the ro..
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Regarding Hemingway
_________
Hemingway once wrote,
“…there is no friend as loyal as a book.”
Perhaps he never ..
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A Married Woman
I am a married woman.
Statistically speaking,
I should have all of which I need
and want
in my husband.
I lead an or..
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Frequently Stirred
A precipitation of rain
begins to fall
drop by drop
it’s audible sound
instills the ground,
anointing my soul..
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Letters from VietnamLetters he wrote from Vietnam
were tied with a fanciful bow,lying in wait
at the bottom of a dresser drawer,beneath mahogany ..
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A Thousand Kisses Deep
In the ebb of his smile
I am drowning,
in a thousand kisses deep.
art by Zieniu
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