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I found you standing there,
in the corner of a big room.
I could see in your eyes,
you were a flower ready to bloom.

You were ready to go,
ready to see the world.
You were all alone,
just another lonely girl.

Like the moon in the night sky,
so far from the stars.
You were in need of a friend,
to help heal the scars.

And so I reached out,
and you took my hand,
and we explored the high mountains,
and put our toes in the sand.

We ran through the valleys,
and flew through the sky.
We walked through the forest,
and laughed till we cried.

We looked up at the stars,
so far yet so close,
so big yet so small,
we wanted them all.

And so we became stars.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Feb 2015 Luna
raingirlpoet
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 Feb 2015 Luna
raingirlpoet
Free the man who lived a life behind bars of silence
Words will be his key to salvation and a life of peace
Let him know he carries a heavy burden when they are by his side
For words are arrows,
Sharpened by cruelty and a rotting mind
Dulled by misuse
Can you really hide?
Words can crumble
To reveal the face behind
The lips that spoke the verses of lies
The mouth that roared when it could no longer cry
What about the hands that trembled through all
Anger, sorrow, new life, not loss
The teeth that sparkled in malicious grins
Slowly slid behind ashen cracked curtains
 Feb 2015 Luna
Moon Humor
Touch
says it all
heart racing
ecstasy
sending
electric shocks
with each
brush
of sensual
velvet love.

Wrapped
in our
intimate bond
exuding
your scent
and
the fruit
of your
flesh
leaves
salt
on my tongue.

Warm skin
under my
palms
enveloped
in your touch
secure
feeling
the muscles
swimming
under
your skin.

Marble
Greek god,
started as
stone
you become
soft clay melded
in my hands.
Landscape of
landmarks
from your
prairie grass
chest
radiating the
summer sun’s
caress to
your river
bend elbows
and the
freckles
that form a
sunrise
on your
shoulders
and strawberry
stubble
that shines like
a sunset
on your face.

I’d spend
all day
wrapped
in the
cocoon
of your arms
with slow
warm
blood
coursing
beneath
the surface.

Lover,
I know
you’ll leave
and I will
miss
your skin-
keeping
me warm-
alone in
bed is
always cold.
Love you Pablo Neruda- king of odes.

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