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 Jun 2020 ebh
Julie
Sing
 Jun 2020 ebh
Julie
Remember we sang as you watched to laugh
Islands that flowered, glass of an eye
In between stood of time
Aloud,  no words of mine

Remember we walked the tide washed in
Bench to drown to paint what’s blue
Water to sip the stones away
Drops,  forever to stain

Remember the birds that prey
Turn of the card the magic of play
Early you rise air that you bring
Remember to laugh, the song I will sing
 Jun 2020 ebh
Rupert Pip
gore
 Jun 2020 ebh
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Jun 2020 ebh
Emily
do you, too?
 Jun 2020 ebh
Emily
I look at the moon and think of you.
 Jun 2020 ebh
Vilene Joubert
I finally broke down every wall for You

And you picked up every single stone
Just to throw it back at me.........
 Jun 2020 ebh
Savio Fonseca
String Me your Feelings,
on a Chain with Love.
So I can wear it at Night
and sleep like a Dove.
Stitch Me Two Pillows,
in Colors of Blue.
So I can lie down on them
and Dream about U.
Knit Me a Sweater,
to keep Me Warm.
This Winter it's Cold
and I'm expecting a Storm.
Romance Me at Nights,
Once in a While.
As I make Love to U,
it will bring back your Smile.
 Feb 2020 ebh
Emily Dickinson
1090

I am afraid to own a Body—
I am afraid to own a Soul—
Profound—precarious Property—
Possession, not optional—

Double Estate—entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir—
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
 Feb 2020 ebh
Emily Dickinson
1035

Bee! I’m expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due—

The Frogs got Home last Week—
Are settled, and at work—
Birds, mostly back—
The Clover warm and thick—

You’ll get my Letter by
The seventeenth; Reply
Or better, be with me—
Yours, Fly.
 Feb 2020 ebh
Emily Dickinson
94

Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping—plucking—smiling—flying—
Do the Buds to them belong?

Angels, when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping—plucking—sighing—flying—
Parched the flowers they bear along.
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