the drive home
pigeon blanket over trains
clouds fill equinox sky
the road stretches before me
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I love you.
I love you. I do.
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uncontainable luxury
oh! the uncontainable luxury of a spacious saturday morning as we stretched out on your bed limbs entangled skin to skin we spoke of the spaciousness of the land of man’s need to contain it and the earth’s persistence in asserting herself i– drew a pattern on your beautiful back to illustrate a river’s path…
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Haiku of Surrender (and a song)
My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.
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love for the haters (and the lurkers and the lovers)
Kill the Lights by Britney Spears on Grooveshark I get a lot of hits on this website, especially on my blog. Successful requests average over 1,000 per day. This fascinates me. I keep this blog as the tagline suggests, as “my journey to personal truth” and, over the years, I’ve acquired a following. Not really…
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extemperaneous intrusions
last night, (while mortals were sleeping) Mars chatted with Venus for hours laughing and peering into unseen places whatever war Mars was waging was forgotten in the sweet comfort of silent moments (between words and worlds) luxury in the tension of opposites (a deep exhale)
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love remains [ode to a man whose heart is too big for tight spaces]
perhaps his heart is too bright for your boxy, measured world perhaps his wonder isn’t brandable in your tight space, rat race bullies come and bullies go (they tend to find each other) love remains truth remains (free the boxes)
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