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Feb 2016
She was my demon at night
My angel during the day light
My heart danced with desire
She was my mountain

There wasn't enough time
To revel upon your lips
To live in your green eyes
To remember your figure

By the candle light
And I don't think I'll ever find
That degree of insanity again
Where eyes blazed with passion

over the beauty
of
night, sunlight, and even
freedom

the simple beauty of oceans
mountains, glaciers and even
fields of blueberries
Quaked in your magnificence

the woman who made hurricanes
tornadoes, earthquakes
tremble
with unquestioning relinquishment
to the truly desired

our demons danced
our gods shook hands
our lips took shape
and my dark took it all
away
Jay G
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