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Sometimes, despite your reservations
and in contrast to your sanity,
when a man you've admired
squeezes your thigh as he helps you onto a horse,
and makes eye contact with you
as he strums the guitar,
and tells you he's been waiting for this since he was nineteen,
you have to **** him.

I miss your voice in my ears.
I miss your eyes on my eyes.
I miss your breath on my neck.
My darling takes a nap
"wake me up in an hour"
but I never do
I kiss her softly whilst she sleeps
hoping she feels them in her dreams
because I love her mind and her body
I think I always will
Feel my love,
feel my pain ,
feel me .

Feel my anger ,
feel my sadness ,
feel me .

Feel my screams ,
feel my cries,
feel me .

Feel my skin ,
feel my wounds ,
feel me .

Feel
feel and just
feel me .
 Oct 2016 Betsy Garris Segui
ryn
Pathways opened
through doors unhinged

Journey travelled
with roads unworn

Magic unbound
from spells unchanted

Heartbeats birthed
but the heart's unborn

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Verses recited
from a poem unpenned

A song sung
but lyrics unwritten

A dance performed
with routine unrehearsed

Feelings perceived
through words unspoken
near
some
quite
stream or brook
the
reflection of
a pastel sky
the
color of indigo blue
is
where to look
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