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Will you ever cease
to permeate my words
and stain my pages
with your bloodline?

Time after time I consume the cure
still your pathogens infest my clarity
sulphuric droplets of your despise
sadistically corrode my freedom

Will I ever finish
self serving the Victim?
Unresistingly obedient as I gorge
on your indiscretions

Removing your strands seems futile
long after separation
I remain unwillingly infected
soaking in the poverty of your love
11/24/18 Sometimes I wish only beautiful thoughts escaped my mind. Reality is I continue to remain infected.
Cat’s song whirls me back to that time in my life,
Back to the “Wild-World” years.
I close my eyes, trying to evoke,
All the special moments we spent together.

As I sit here gathering all the forgotten remnants…I focus on a blurred image of your face.
And in a twinkling, I’m transported to our place on the Hudson we loved so much
Do you recall watching the Sunset and our passion rise?
As we move closer together, our eyeglasses complicate the moment…we try to contain the laughter

Fast forward to a forgotten Berkshire dirt road,
A faded AM station declares “Treat her like a lady”.
I catch a glimpse of the sparkle in your eyes…
And your evanescent smile…as you lean over and kiss my cheek.

When the day is nearly done, we walked; your hand in mine to Promenade Hill
And as we lay there counting stars you whisper “Take the ribbon from my hair”
Only the man in the moon can speak to the adoration we once had for one another.
Petrified memoirs of an opportunity squandered

As this vision begins to fade,
Like the golden clouds of dust in my rearview mirror,
I find myself in the here and now.
Your voice echoes in my head

I’ll never forget…….

Your amazing smile,

Gazing in your beautiful eyes,

The way you made me laugh,

….And the ribbon in your hair.
I have always believed its possible to time travel. This is a poem about my first love back in 1968. I think of you often and I know you'll be with me always until the end of time.
This is my last poem
So I will make it great
I wished I could’ve seen
Look on your face
When you found me
Unconscious and no breath to take
For this a simple reason
I couldn’t been saved
I drowned in stress and depression
With is no one to blame
So don’t put rip on anything
Cause it was meant this way
And to my friends
I’m sorry that I let you down
I wasn’t always happy when I was around
And to my parents
I should’ve let you in
And to my brothers and sisters
I wasn’t strong as you think
I’m sorry, but you aren’t to be blamed.
You taught me how to fear my own darkness.

So leave the light on before you go.
Can't shake my bones of you.
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 Nov 2018 Dennis Willis
East Wind
"You made it this far" you said.
Yes! I made it this far...
it was the first time
I heard it said out loud by someone else.
and Oh what solace it was to hear
that I'm still alive
and able to thrive.
Yes! I made this Far!
To marinate.
in the warm opacity
0f then.
return to the black succulence.
when oblivion wore on you so well.
Your face was the night
gleaming with hefty stars.
You being infinity feeding.
what prize is this?
beneath this eternal veil.
for the eyes that have kept you awake
belong to you and no one.
Soul.
How do we find a terrorist when half the people are ******
& the other half are robots, & we can't tell which is which?"
 Nov 2018 Dennis Willis
Emily
she shined so bright
that he was surprised
he couldn’t taste the stars
dancing on her skin.
surprised he couldn’t smell
the wood burning
and hear the fire crackling.
but most of all
he was surprised
she didn’t know
that she was more spectacular
than the skies on the fourth of july.
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