I told her I would write poems of love to her everyday or until she came through the screen to me.
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Her fingers are wings. / They dance with laughter, / speak to me in more ways ...
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I will count each strand; / watch it fall through my fingers, / catching light till you are haloed. / It is my fire in the morning, / a tel
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Words strip themselves. / Naked, glistening, black and white ~ / they gather meaning in hearing, / become clothed in another’s heart. / Bor
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You melted / covering my hands ~ / Chocolate. I let / my tongue savor. / I gain immeasurable joy / laying in your grasses. / I let the gree
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I trace dreams, / where I find darkness; / let petals fall, create / paths leading to the heart. / White roses of light / burst from bud. /
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I walked your beaches / ‘til I knew each grain of sand. / I felt the sea grasses / ‘til I know each bend at the hands / of the wind. / I l11 lines, 23 comments, on Jun 8 10:10 PM 2007
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He could have talked, but / he sat down instead. / He was flush in the blush, / a ray piercing the clouds / timed for her smile. / He took
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I. / We expose our hearts. / Words might lay us bare. / Love, there is always / a place set at my table. / II. / She wore the comfortable / jeans with the old tee; / drove up in the jeep. / Could only
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You drive me crazy. / It really isn’t fair. / I am exhausted / stumbling over words. / I, just, want / to curl up, nested spoons, / kiss your shoulders, / collapse inside your snores. / I couldn’t
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I am not playing. / It would certainly / be easier if I was. / * * * * / You write poetry in the air / fold it into a gale. / I stand st
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The frost of the rime on the sea grass, / broken mirrors tossed to the sand, hidden / in traces of foam; the empty starless night / moans ~32 lines, 27 comments, on Jun 20 10:03 PM 2007
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I feel the heat, the humidity / soak the skin with no hope / of rain. I see the revelation / of roots, finger tangled in misery / above a bedraggled stream. The world / is thirsty for you to open your heart. /
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Gull wings left in the clay. / Wild honeysuckle wrapped / around brambles on the bank. / Trace my lips, feel the wind / run through the tangle, taste / the dew on the tips of thorns. / The bruised hush
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which one should I start with? which one is closest to your heart?
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Kepp it up, what a loving tribute...a romantic at heart...glad there are a few of you gentlemen out there, like this....



