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Lovely paths
aren't meant
to last.

The splendor
of a lily
will always
wilt away,

but...

perhaps
you'd prefer
a plastic one?

A forgery
of sincerity?

Meant to last
forever
on a shelf
collecting dust.

Tell me,
do you want to feel,
or lapse
into illusion,
imitating something
real?
 Dec 2018 Dennis Willis
elle
oh,
how the seashell
screamed so faintly in my swollen, pinkened ear
labored from listening

mama's face open,
all lit up
and how she whispered "it's the water,
she's calling you
home"

and I
turned on my heel
fell into myself
my little face, stone-cold

and the sea
oh,
she got me
quite figured out

the lurch in my stomach
was her, and her
millions of
droplets
of doubt

we stopped the car at the ocean
and you all jumped right in
and I
hung back-
frightened
of the black, crashing abyss
 Dec 2018 Dennis Willis
Napolis
Nothing must
ever be
left
unsaid
between
us.

or we
risk the
chance that
we may
truly
be lost.

nor midnight
whispers
unspoken,

nor morning
sighs seeking
refuge
unanswered

nor bleeding
promises
forsaken

to dust.

all are the
treasures
of you
I keep.

this moment
this embrace

they are
the seeds

of all
we might
ever
become

together.
 Dec 2018 Dennis Willis
B
Cold fingers
dance across my skin.
Too bad, from me, they linger
not him.
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