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Sweaters may be bad for
lonesome people. Mind you, they don't
make up for a lack of

caresses. They heat the soul;
loose ones make it flirty. But no
cashmere can kiss your neck.
And though she was blind
Her eyes shined with inner light
And love beyond words
I met a blind woman today and when she looked into my eyes I saw something incredibly profound that I still cannot explain. This haiku is my best attempt to put that feeling into words.
I've seen the people
They have tombstones in their eyes
Dying to get high
I have always had
The compelling urge to leave
Where I feel welcome
I'm just a fool who
Would travel with monsters to
Learn to tame the beasts
While the heavens wept
I gasped for air beneath the
Waters where I lay
A vital connection
remains at ready..
We have cleared the brush
before
once or more
but brambles return
clouding our vision
erecting prison bars..
So press the button
for clarity's return
for exile relieved
for grace revealed..
She calls to me
Not with her voice
Not with her beauty

I gravitate toward her
Absent resistance, conscience..

We connect two bodies
Yet merge one soul
She calls to me..
Tis why I am whole
A Poet's heart
Is secure
From thieves
A shade of yellow
Or a speck of orange,
A gleam of purple
Or a dot of red,
Slowly waking
                         up to myself-
I am moving through me.
                  A birth that feels like ending,
           A death that feels like beginning,
       I am ending, I am starting,
I am living,
       Finally moving.
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