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 May 2015 A K Krueger
MKF
They were scared of the dark
And the monsters under the bed.
I guess they all forgot
Real monsters live in your head.
They come out to play
When the sun sets in your eyes.
The skin you wear
Is just a tricky disguise.
Inside you're green
And your claws are large.
Your sweet voice is gone,
Becoming the sound of a battle charge.
So don't light a match,
We don't even need a spark.
Just turn the lights off,
The truth comes out in the dark.
high up in the tree
a lonesome feathery dove,
does he coo for love?
 May 2015 A K Krueger
martin
are you how you are
because of what you've been through
or despite it all
Change was screaming in my face, I had no choice but to comply. Backwards fables burned into me, it's all just one big lie.

I see the problem clearly now, but this mountains in my way. Life comes with no foresight, it just wants to make you pay.

Counting on my hands the wrongs I've done, that lead me to this rope. Always an uphill battle, somewhere beyond another *****.

I think of giving up sometimes, but it just wouldn't seem right. Holding onto hope I stand, grasping with all my might.

I could be the warrior, that rises up and claims his glory. But really I'm just a damsel, and distress is my life story.
Wet welling from earth
Deep valleys, hills, sweating *******
I plung into her


We are lost at sea
In moonless night our soft cries
Curled waves drowning us


Above her in bed
Little breaths lifting our bodies
Eyes, fingers, dreaming


Her green eyes are set
Jewels from sargasso seas
My ghost ship is wrecked


Her long hair tangles
No struggle in rising— then
We are rapt in bed


Her eyes blinding me
Milky way of her body
There is a heaven


In forest we taste
Each other in evergreens
Hot dews on the moss


Blissful time kissing
My bare thighs sink into hers
Running sands so quick


As olive or grape
So shed, paired souls are threshed
Out of their bodies


Hummingbirds share truths
Nature sounds with all sweetness
Bee in the flower


Always in a field
Wild flowers— a bunch to pick
Herself a bouquet


In the park we walk
Flocks of white birds taking flight
Two hearts light as air


We kissed under moon
Pox of stars grew flowering
Nightshade of her lips


She took me to bed
Skinned in bliss— was reborn, lost
In her satin folds
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