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Wooden handles and
steel tips-
a full moon,
the feel of you on my lips.
Detergent and musk,
watermelon lust-
dormant grass,
lying crushed.
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I found a space
just yesterday
or maybe it found me-
I fit inside it
quite perfectly
(unlike my world, presently).
The space holds you
it ho..
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You waited,you watched.Shadows and substance kept you,locked.Until your presence fellupon me,sometime in February-when glands were glad,and grins were..
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This morning, as the moon set,low tide settled in.It pulled out andhedged all bets therein.While the sea churned,its slow, steady rhythm took awayall ..
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Right there,
on the edge
is where it left you.
Between rocks and water,
a delicate dew.
All that's behind you
is seen, like the tide.
In fron..
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Dear familiar stranger-I know a thing or two.I put my needs in front andlook through them at you.From here I seea complement to me.A searching for som..
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A Forever RiverThe rhythms of our energiescondensed and aligned,like the River SeineWith two ships floating by.Steer in, steer awayStorms comeRide the..
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Beyond the slush, the bitter cold,there's a whole new world about to unfold.The trees make way for longer rays,their leaves a curtain, falling away.Ma..
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The ground below drops,the world outside releasesits walls and ceilings.The colors' hues intensify,and drown out the forms and figuresthat hold togeth..
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The left
the right.
The forward
the backward.
The two
the three.
Doesn't matter how many.
A line cast out,
no intention or hope about.
Bu..
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