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He’s in the history section Taking books off the shelf Looking through the space Watching me ..

We lay within a nest of softness. A shape, (once dark, once heavy) Resting, light as gossamer upon my breas..

Yellow lights flicker Between consciousness and darkness The clock ticking, always ticking A frozen shadow ha..

Dressed in silk of lavender Pale pink pearls Opera gloves of satin Grey eyes, staring Dry as bone ..

From head to toe in thickest fur The Cossack urged his leg-worn steed Through deepest snow in dark of night ..

There’s not a day goes by that he Doesn’t amaze me. Yesterday he said, “I took the t..

On a mountain top The autumn glow of the sun Priest releases prayers. ``` All wildlife sleeping Perf..

Blind date at Gino’s Eyes padlocked, keyed to the floor Tongues lost in silence What he’d ..

The sea

Such is life so grin and bear it.