Sunday Morning Lover

a sunday kind of love (don’t ever go)   can’t lie (waiting just to love you) if i say that i love her (the look of love is in your eyes) and when i kiss her good morning (the look of love is on your face) seal it with a kiss (a look your smile […]

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filmica

I saw a personal favorite photo of my Beloved, of our first vacation together and it was her April birthday up at the Ferguson Cabin in Clayton County Georgia. That little detail (her birthday that weekend) was a major fact left out. I snapped picture after picture of her (as I did throughout our walk […]

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her hands

30 days hath september april, june and november from what summer did we have, now winter did it any of it ever take place any of it i wonder it was a dream perfect realism i was awake but briefly belabored breathing climbing to the top was it real was it real was it real […]

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if you forget me

If You Forget Me – Poem by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, […]

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the tempest

where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped at […]

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