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 Mar 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
Everything
Dances askew
Friends like you
Are few

Different
Nations abound
Yet we march
To the same
Sound

Everything
Dances askew
People like you
Are few

Different
Lives and skies
Yet we view
The world
Through like
Eyes

Everything
Dances askew
A friendship
Like ours
Is true
Corny but tribute to my friend.
I love
the feel of hosiery

against


my naked wrists
Lie by my side
that I may share with you your dreams
and let me once more
forgo
the rest of angels
that I may taste once more
the sweetness
of your warm breath
upon my aching naked flesh...

pressing softly
mine own lips to yours
to whisper in silence
I love you
with now muted tongue
for fear
that I should wake thee
and like the dream
you too
would disappear
let my arms comfort thee
as I am comforted in holding close
thy beating breast
that lulls
the agony of these
solemn moments parted...

so dream sweet dreams my love
and may my heart beat
always~always
guide you home
to

me
Night falls once more
and I alone
walk the sand dunes
of her sleeping
eyes
tracing our footsteps back
along the gentle stream
of tears
that flow along her laughter lines
painted skies of midnight blue
steal my breath
as smudged horizon blend
with swaying reeds
blown soft within the breeze
of lovers sighs
here I lay safe warm smiling
tracing I love you's
with idle playful fingertips
knowing in dreams
she sees me there
beneath the twinkle of her eyes
awaiting her return
when morning
comes.
Classical music and art
made dumb
by
the poets words
I never miss you

you are always in my heart
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
Judicious corridor
Risible, surreptitious
Elixir of self doubt
Bathed in radiance
Luminous arbitration
Crimson light
She
still had the corsage

and

the photograph

but she had long since lost



the smile.
All my life I've walked in darkness
beneath the dreamers mocking smile,
as they slept the sleep of angels
and I'm awoken by Belial.

Too many daemons haunt me
I'm too far gone to er' be saved.
too many voices screaming
and too many times I've caved.

All my life I've walked in darkness
as the dreamers turned blind eyes,
and the angels guard them nightly
from my lord the lord of flies.
Insomnia mixed with depression can be a *****
I'll pen for you a memory
if you'll but offer up your skin

and I'll trace my heart upon it
to carve initials in

my fingernails lightly
will then underline each kiss

for all or nothing is my promise
as you deserve a love like this
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