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Awake, Alone, and ***** Again
I awoke thirsty in the night, after your love dehydrated me. / I awoke to the letter you left next to me, and read you were leaving me; / I awoke to the notion that I knew that you would.
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Feb 28, 2017
Can I Kiss You Again
Can the skin of my lips touch again the soft suppleness of yours? / I like the euphoria that races down my spine and spreads through me like fever; / Weak and lightheaded, I am painfully vulnerable to its effect.
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Jan 26, 2013
Cognac Kisses
We sat cozily on the couch listening to Miles Davis / She, curled up with a glass of Chardonnay, me, a warmed brandy snifter / It seemed an eternity since we made time for each other like this
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Apr 13, 2013
Dark Sun
Though it were bright / It is most assuredly overcast now, / I basked in the radiance of your love
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Mar 16, 2013
Daylight Savings Time
A second ago I was 1 hour younger, I remember it well. / The few gray hairs that I have accumulated atop my head, were not there pas' a moment, / This wrinkle in time adding yet another wrinkle to my brow, I have become wiser for it.
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Mar 10, 2013
Digital Age (10w)
Pulled out my / MontBlanc Fountain Pen; / ..........She exclaimed,
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Apr 10, 2013
Doubts
Uncertain / Of my religion / Help my soul
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Mar 5, 2013
Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting
There was tension between the families from the start / My best friend's wedding was certainly one for the record books / I tried to bring sensible mediation to the dance floor
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Apr 9, 2013
I'm The Thankful
It's me, the two week old puppy licking your face, wagging my tail, jumping all over you; simply because you're you. / I'm the best qualities your Grandpa expounded, all of the details he shared with you that were important before he died. / I'm all of the hearts drawn on the outside of the diary you hold close to your breast for fear of losing.
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Feb 17, 2020
Moon Over Arizona
From the cockpit of my silver R8 convertible, I was / “Not The Doctor” on call, I drove at dusk the 89A from Sedona on my way to Flagstaff. / The failing sun brushing against the red rock was so beautiful,
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Sep 21, 2017
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