These are just stories about Plain Jane in poetic form. It allows me to open another door in the sensual vision of life.
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Body in full flight
scatters swirls of gulls. -
Each syllable falling across your lips
before being caught by your tongue and swallowed. -
The day creased with concerns
shakes shadows out of the corners. -
I'd talk to you / of dieing -- but, / everytime I started / to experience it, I ran / like hell. I'd rather talk / to you of living -- / th
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The tide comes. / The beach front -- / rocks, shells, pebbles washed -- / disappears as waves reach deeper. / the heart is full. The moon /
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Words, failing our needs, / she cupped my cheek / capturing a moment upon a shell / when waves awake and rise. / Blossom's aroma swirl in t
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It wasn’t the kisses.
There isn’t any I want to forget. -
Watched
waves strike, -
Never wanton, but knew well
how to melt what some called steel --
