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If I recall correctly the painted skiesweren’t so complicatedto explain to my love. Doubt thou the stars are fireDoubt the sun doth moveDoubt truth to be a liar,but never doubt I love. I swear I sworewhen I whispered those exact wordsdeeply into her ear. Ms. Bell,the temperature codecraves inside of me,just tell me something in…
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The Morning Battle Cry
The day burns with loveI show her a new waywith certain words. To look at thosewho’ve had our attentionin our distant pasttake from themthe mattered pieces. From yesterday,and every daygoing forwardlearn to cherishboth sides of that attraction. To love and hatein equal measureI may be your poetpointing outhow I’m drawnto the narcissistsays more about methan…
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Public Display
There’s profound beautyin the love we shareand when I’m dead wide-awakeI am comforted in knowingyou have real feelings for me. I can only hopethe same is truefor you. Watching that horsealone on the beachhow he naturally came up to usnudged with his noseso we’d stroke his mane,“such a good boy” his trusting side,where did he…
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First Nights
Surprised to seea hot tub in our vacation room,a double takethis can’t be realshe smiles,“I knew you’dlove it.”Hungry handsreach to feelthe temperature. Water has it’s own waymaking things seemso much softer. Hot water,like heavy handslingerI turn to seeher disrobe. My school-boy remindersbeauty walking up stepshome is a million milesaway from uson this vacation date. March…
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Yesterday Eve
I wanted to callyou my loveand tell youabout it all,but a storminterrupted usthe phone dropped. Now, each time it rainsI fall blindyou’re all I seetwo days from nowwe’ll be on vacation shores. The warm sand your bare bodyglimpses I stealfrom the sideyour cupped curvesI cannot denyyou’re love’s beauty. There’s a warninga serious stormpredictedto befall on…
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