Why do I love you?
Why do you ask?
Did you not see the green winter I saw
while summer was white with snow?
Did you not see the loneliness
that covered me during the heights
of our time together?
Let me tell you of love
of the sandstone and silica
in its hourglass, the shape of woman
unfolds to man
I am not blinded to the midnight snowstorms.
I cannot give the ferryman passage.
Love is Janus head
pillow smashed
come upon, histories of fear.
No rides in the boat.
Not till dues paid.
This prayer will be wished
when love has collected
taxes from man and beast alike.
I shall be a sinner at the gates, pounding the wrought iron
railings of words that love has crushed upon me
allowed me to open, the seams of winter,
and eternal summer, licks upon my heels.
Love creaks like floorboards.
softer shoe on this cobbled life
it has no bearing on the heaviness
of water, or the thickness of a muddied belly
laying flat on the slow running river of your mind.
love is a scream of surprise, when morning comes
itching through the curtains,
breathing a lighter note from previous life times
of hands pulsing over thighs, eyes alight and the twist
in my breasts.
I have never thought of age
until your words, made music like Sibelius
etched inscriptions on the waves,
that disappear on eve of my existence.
Gold trophy winner
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Sighhh...I'll be seeing you there, too, my Friend. Just beautiful. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
...... tsk woman, you'll be having me coming over all unnecessary... !! hahhahah
