Love is but a ghost;
So very hard to find.
It is but a smear;
A shadow lost.
It has found a new fear
It has shed its last tear.
Love is but a memory
Lost in the back of my mind;
A temporary
Illusion, a vision,
An addition
For loneliness that I sometimes appear
To escape into whilst awake at night;
Feeling confused I turn out the light.

©Jack Aylward
26th January 2004

She lay next to me.
Her hair like sand
As it sifts through my hand.
The perfumes of her hair
Are coming from the sea
Out there;
Out there where the sun
Burns its ****** flame
And settles to rise
In the oceans of Michelle's eyes.
Undone
With lace and pearls she plays her little game
Teasing and taunting me with the beauty
Of her body; she embraces me with kisses as waves copulate on the sea.

©Jack Aylward

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