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That Day

That day we talked and laughed
and felt as humans do, the magic alive, a glorious afternoon on a street
filled with gladness where voices wed
in unison and the gods dealt liberally with brightness and brio, memories sprung in the August sun, spun afresh on the altar of affection. My words tumbling like confetti onto your beckoning palms. Sliding into night,
aromas danced in a wholesome blend and I knelt in awe at your poise and unchained elegance. Promises linger
in the meeting of tongues, the sky ablaze with whispering fragments, wounds rendered whole, the welcoming arms, a holy melt.

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Evermore

Awash in the morning tide,
So swift the hours they glide;
Watching life deep at play,
Your voice sweetens every day.

Abroad in the midday sun,
Wonders waiting to be won;
Hearts opened by desire,
Why quench this thirsting fire?

At rest in the moonlit bed,
Memories blaze, whetted, wed;
The give and take by firelight,
Your smile cries through the night.

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Won’t You?

Won’t you hold my
hand a little while
in this sea of plenty?

Won’t you stroke my
heart with gentleness
and watch the flowers bloom?

Won’t you walk with
me without chains or ropes
and kiss the world awake?

Won’t you cradle my
head and glimpse the sun
woo the morning dew?

Won’t you feast on liberty
and let your senses
swell in gaiety?

Won’t you lose yourself
in the wholesome flow,
bathed in wonderment?

Won’t you be a star
near and afar
on this burnished path?

Won’t you?

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Living

Desire for life
Is a wave
That ebbs and flows
On the shoreline
Of our searching minds.

Desire for sex
Is the rain
That floods and runs
On the map
Of our pulsing days.

Desire for peace
Is a wind
That gleams and streams
On the hills
Of our risen needs.

Desire for love
Is a sun
That flares and bursts
On the banks
Of our fragile hearts.

Desire for life
Desire for sex
Desire for peace
Desire for love

Reside in desire.

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Two

Two hands
Two hearts
Two minds
Two silences
Two bodies
Two laughters
Two souls
Two passions
Two visions.

The tracks
Of all the earth
For living.

Two spirits
Two travellers
Together.

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Wouldn’t it…?

Wouldn’t it be lovely if we lived by bridges instead of walls? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we acted out of love instead of hate? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we didn’t discriminate in any shape or form? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we saw the good instead of the bad? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we spoke tenderly and not callously? Wouldn’t it be lovely if peace rather than rage was the answer? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could rise and rise and not despise? Wouldn’t it be lovely to forgive and rest? Wouldn’t it be lovely to picture the best? Wouldn’t it be lovely to live in bliss? Wouldn’t it be lovely to seize the thread? Wouldn’t it be lovely to stay undead? Wouldn’t it?

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If I Could #2

If I could leap miles and miles
    Whisper sweet nothings
In your ear
           I would.

If I could pluck stars
     From the sky, scatter
Then upon your bed
            I would.

If I could stitch these
      Words in a luminous
Shawl, untorn
            I would.

If I could barrel
       My kisses
Roll them to you
            I would.

If I could persuade
        The flamingoes
To dance unabashed
             I would.

If I could discard
         These longings
On the altar of touch
             I would.

If I could stand
          Proud and unbowed
The earth would thrill
             Afresh, it would.

If I could cherish thee
           As Spring
Serenades the trees
              I would.

If I could spell a charm
           That carried
You there to here
               I would.

If I could tell you
            The ways
You flit and flare
               I would.

If I could take your hand
            And float in a bubble
Of love, life would be grand
                It would.

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