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I like the feel of you

Beneath my finger tips

The silent motion of my lips

As they speak you into being

I enjoy seeing. . . . you

Every crevice, every bend

And I pretend

That no one else has held you

The way I will

As your pages spill

Your secretes, truths and lies

And I

Will brand you boldly

Mark you as my own

When we are together

Time . . . stands still


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Lingering

You don’t occupy my mind

But I find

Your presence lingers

Like a shadow . . . barely seen

Something about you streams

Into my day

Its disconcerting the way

You have somehow stayed behind

Elements of you invading my mind

And creating sensations, evoking emotions

So that I am carried out in oceans

Of uncertainty

How can this be?

That you are lingering with me. . . .


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Single Girl

He smiles. . . I prentend its not at me

He calls . . . I do not answer

He stops by. . . I get busy

All this back and forth gets me dizzy

He pays me a compliment

I ask if it were meant

For his WIFE.

I smile . . . She turns away

I call . . . She is busy

I stop by. . . She never comes out

Sometimes I feel as if I should shout

I'M NOT GUILTY

Never asked him to stop by

I keep asking him why

He doesn't stay with you. . .

What’s a single girl to do . . .


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I Don't Apologize

I don’t apologize

For the fact that I can look you in the eyes

And I won’t pretend or disguise

That I am competent and confident

Perfectly free and independent

I will not hide behind someone else’s name

I’ve found away to tame

The fear you’ve tried to bind me with

So that I would fit

The mold you marked out

I won’t sit and cower

I stand tall and tower

Above everything you’ve put in my path . . .


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I Am...

Frustrated

Irritated

By everything you’ve done

When did I become the one

You abandon, you forget

Never thought I would regret

Having faith in you

But now more than ever it's true

I am tired of being walked over

Pushed under

Forgotten and betrayed

Set up and played

I wish you would walk away

Instead of always asking me to stay


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It Is Raining

It is raining

And I remember darkness

Bodies compressed

In sweet surrender

The rumble of thunder

Calls me to be under covers

With you.

It is raining

And I am struggling

To keep my mind where

My body is. . .

My mind is with you there

And I am where . . . you are not

I am caught

In this sweet reverie

Content in the memory of us

It is raining.


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Soon

She clutches his head to her chest

Where it will rest

Never to rise again

And she calls the name of his friends

Who where there when he drank his first beer

And the first time he got high

But no one will answer why

His time had come

With the shot of a gun

They will all dress in black

Bid him farewell and turn their backs

And two hours

Two days

Two months

Too soon

A mother clears out her dead son’s room


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The Lie

It’s like living a lie

Every day I smile that smile

To keep you distracted for a while

To make you believe my world is fine

You’ll never guess that behind this line

Lays the rubble and pieces

Of what my life use to be

The shambles of the real me

So I am an actor

Reciting lines on a stage

Waiting for the curtain to drop

So I can give way to the rage

That keeps me trapped within this world

Where what is without is never, what is within

And tomorrow with the new dawn

The play will once again begin.


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I Could Be Her, She Could Be Me

I have judged her

More times than he has shoved her

Spoken her name

In disgust and disdain

Claimed

In my condescending voice

How my choice

Would never land me in her shoes

That I knew exactly who to choose.

I could never be her and she could

Never be me.

Then the tide turned

And I learned

How to sit subdued

While his voice thundered

And I slowly surrendered

Pieces of my pride

As I tried to hide

What was happening

But every word was a sting.

And the day he grabbed my dress

With emotions less

Than a lover’s caress

I died a million deaths

And took the blame

To hide my shame

And I remembered her name.

He no longer holds back

The urge to slap

Me across the face

Leaving a black and blue trace

Of his devotion

And I have cried oceans

Of tears

Trapped by fears

And suddenly I see

I could be her

And she

She could be me. . .


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City Streets

A small boy stands in the city streets

Holds out his hands to those he meets

And there is a pause in time

As I search for a dime

To place in his hand

So I can pretend to understand

What he is going through

And I don’t know if this happens to you

But the minute he gets out of view

It is out of sight and out of mind

Until the next time

I am on that street

And maybe we meet

Then there is a pause in time

As I search my pocket for a dime

So I can pretend

To understand . . . .


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Sun God

The sunlight brings me visions of you

Golden brown in your sun kissed hue

As sun rays gently caress your skin

A surface I would love to wrap myself in

And trace its expanse with my finger tips

So that I may connect those dots with my lips

Something about you in sunlight makes me quiver

Sends impulses down my spine; my soul shivers,

I want to be burnt; an offering in you temple

Consumed totally by you . . . it's that simple

So my question to you would have to be

If I worshiped you. . . would you worship me?


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Sun God II

Suddenly you appear

Dressed in Sunlight you are here

And everyone disappears

You are all I see, all I hear.

The warmth of your gaze caresses my skin

And my temperature begins

To rise

Beneath the bold strokes of your eyes

Willingly I lay across your altar

In complete surrender

To the ceremony of your love

Let us speak without words

So our heart's melody is heard

In this ritual’s motions

Our bodies covered in potions

Made of sunlight and moon beams

You are more than I dreamed

And I am a prisoner of vice

Eager to perform this sacrifice

The temple is dressed in passion’s hues

The altar is ready. . .

The question is are you?


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Mused

You have become my muse

And I use

Thoughts of you

To escape this zoo

I call reality.

But I’m glad you

Can’t see

The power you have

Over me.

You’ve become my

Inspiration

The spark of my

Imagination

All my thoughts flow

In and through

The wonderful idea

Of you.


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Withdrawl

I think I’m going through withdrawal

I call

Your name

And you aren’t even around

Maybe I just like the sound

It brings you to mind

When time

Has taken you away

What can I say

I was addicted to

Your smile

Your style

And all the while

I was in denial

Now days are longer than they use to be

And I’m missing a part of me

This must be withdrawal

So I’ll call

Your name

When you aren’t around

So I can hear the sound.


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You've Taken His Place

You've taken his place

Erased his face

from my memory

unknowingly you've changed me.

You're a dream that has an end

And I don't pretend

That I am not distraught

As I find myself caught

in the reality

of a you without a me.

You've taken his place

Erased his face

from my memory

You've uncovered me.

I stand, walls down

About to drown

in our final chapter

there is no ever after;

just moments in time

when you can be mine

with no rules to break

and love can take

deep breaths of release

and we can piece

together our lives

before circumstance drives

us apart

and stills my awakened heart.

You've taken his place

Erased his face

from my memory

You've rescued me.  . .


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Guilty

I am guilty of playing this game too far

So that we now bare scars

of regret. .

And life's balance is upset.

You've walked through doors

That were never meant for

you.

I've blossomed in your presence

become accustomed to your essence.

But it’s not that simple

life is wrinkled

by chance

and circumstance

I can't undo what has been done

Simply finish what was begun.

I'm ready to crash

not ready to burn

Seems I only learn

the hard way

I'm guilty of wanting you to stay

The same

A lover with no name.


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