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 Aug 2015 Ronald D Lanor
Montana
The moon is bright and full
Like my heart
My heart is full and bursting
Like a berry
Red and ripe
And ready
To be devoured
By
   your
           love
an idea is a seed
        that grows when nurtured
      but does not die when neglected
    living on
  beyond those who conceived it
beyond those who denied its existence
  beyond those that contemplated its demise
    beyond those that wished to control it
      surfacing time
        and time
          again
 Aug 2015 Ronald D Lanor
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Elapse
 Aug 2015 Ronald D Lanor
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|.....l.....|
|.....l.....|

• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
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••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
Every inch apart from you
Pulls apart my seams
Babe, don't think I wanted to
It's far from in my means

It feels as if the world collapsed
A thousand pounds upon my chest
But some how I still feel relaxed
My heart knows your the best

With every day that passes by
I know I'll have to wait
So I'll just sit, and think, and sigh
This heartache I can take

I envision you there across from me
As I eat my morning scrambies
Hair up in a braid, and a dog upon your knee
Your eyes as big *** Bambi's
Your smile could level me

So for now I will just dream
Of the day I'll see my angel
Impossible for my heart to wean
It's simply unattainable

And I know you don't think I cry
But it keeps me wide awake
So I'll just lay, and think, and sigh
About this heartache I can take
 Jul 2015 Ronald D Lanor
Montana
This morning I cried
Because the blanket you gave me
No longer smells like you.

That scent you had asked me to describe
But I couldn't.
I said something generic.
"It smells good. You smell good."

I guess it's weird to tell a person they smell like home.

You tell me not to worry.
You promise you'll be back.
Back to sleep under that blanket with me.

I believe you with my whole heart.
Just as I've done everything with you—
WITH MY WHOLE HEART

My head, however,
Isn't so sure.
 Jul 2015 Ronald D Lanor
Montana
From a flowering plant
From a naive heart
Harvested and opened
Roasted and transformed
Broken and darkened
By life
By process
Ground into powder

                                     Pulverized

Boiled and burned
Strained

                                     Drained

Not even a fraction
Of what it once was
But the result
is
Delicious
Sustaining

                                 ­    Beautiful

Experienced differently
Enjoyed
Interpreted
Or
Suffered through
Differently

Drink up.
 Jul 2015 Ronald D Lanor
Montana
When I say that I love you,
I mean that right now,
in this moment,
I am in love with you.
I mean that I care about you.
I mean, that right now,
in this moment,
I would like to be with you for the long run.
I mean that right now,
in this moment,
I can see myself being with you forever.

When I say that I love you,
I do NOT mean that I can promise that I WILL love you forever.
It only means that right now,
in this moment,
I would like to try.
I do NOT mean that I think loving you will be easy.
It only means that right now,
in this moment,
I think it will be worth it.
I do NOT mean that I expect you to always agree with me.
I do NOT mean that I expect you to love me in exactly the same way.
I ONLY mean that I hope that you can try
to love me too.
"There is so much beauty in the trying and in the failing and in the trying again."
 Jul 2015 Ronald D Lanor
Montana
Sticky summer days
Bored and lonely

My mother would tell me
To find shapes in the clouds.

"Look. That's a dog."
"Over there, that's a teapot."

"I see it," I'd say.
But I never did.

All I saw were clouds.
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