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Your scarlet hair
        like a fire
                like the eternal flame
                        forever
                                will burn me.
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
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you are
|the lone guardian•|
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standing regal over-
looking the ocean •
as your light spears
far over the echoing
ripples•i must have
misread your beckon
-ing signals•they had
warned me of impen-
ding doom •  should i
come too near to where
deadly rocks loom• but
strangely enough, i find
myself drawn   so much
closer• like a siren's call
that  could not  sing any
sweeter•now it's too late
to even look back  •   i am
now before you under skies
of black•torn asunder by the
ravenous rocks hidden below
• still I'm mesmerised by your
enchanting glow  • waters here
have been the      grave of many
hulls and bows • but...these last
few moments it's just me and you
••••as my love, my beacon,••••
••••••••my lighthouse••••••••
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She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she
to the mother of my children. Happy Mother's Day!
I am a Pandora's box
: an enigma
: a flow of contradictions

I am infinitely pulled by madness and lucidity
: ambiguous
: definite

I am the lake and the river
: deep
: never-ending

I am explosion and implosion
: wrecking anything great
: and infinitesimal in my wake

I am the universe and the  vacuum
: expanding
: condensing

I am two poles wide apart
: the northern
: the southern

I am two realms
: the real
: the surreal

I am the skies and the earth
making love to birth a questionable existence
Dangling precariously on the edge
Floating in a current of self-made paradoxes
Born to be my own antithesis
And breathe with the complexity of it all

Pray forgive me then,
For living as I am
Is a battle in itself
And as usual my inspiration comes at very unusual times
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