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Yes
you do have
eternity,
and yet,
you may not
always
have
me....so

come,
swim with me
beneath the sweet
summer moon,
sleep next to me
one lifetime,
be my playful
goddess,
lover,
friend,
here
in this
lake,
this forest,
this
now.
Thanks to my fridge magnet poetry muse, Mr. Ken Moore
 Apr 2017 Emily Jennie
Amanda
 Apr 2017 Emily Jennie
Amanda
Let gravity do its damage.
Slow and soft. Short and sweetly.
i look for you
in crowded places
but all i can see
are unknown faces
wondering where you are
maybe you're somewhere far
even now i'm feeling blue
you don't even have a clue
keeping our memories together
though i can't have you forever
meh.
 Apr 2017 Emily Jennie
Gidgette
She saw the blood this morning,
as she was making the bed
She sat down in the rocking chair,
and sadly, dropped her head
Remembering what he did last night,
the awful things he said
Shame came creeping over her,
turning her bruised face bright red
All the years they'd been together,
seven, since they'd wed
She had hoped for love and kindness,
but got misery instead
She heard his boot heels on the walk,
her heart sank, filled with dread
The monster hit her too hard that time,
now
she sleeps with Angels, in heavens bed
What's that called I don't remember?
The darkness that creeps up
At night,
In slumber.
In the sudden loss of light.
Even though it's dark here,
I still close my lids to sleep
To grant a wish,
To dive in deep.
Where some cry, most weep.
What's that called when
We tuck ourselves in the bed?
Sing to our ears,
Mourn for what's dead.
In the deep corners of our blanket.
What's the broken thing laying with me?
Oh I remember!
It's the wry thing called a dream.
©Babra Shafiqi.
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