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she's in the
those pine
floorboards
that cry to you
when your
feet whisper
to the door,
she's in the
backdoor
hinges that
weep when you
clinch your jaw
hoping she stays
asleep

she knows
but she loves you
and she's tired
of being stepped
on and shut out

and soon you'll
find yourself
dragging
cinderblocks on
pine needles
leaving through
the front door.       MJB
 Aug 2015 Ryan James
k
and though we
****
ravenously
you haven't seen me naked
in a very
long time
 Jun 2015 Ryan James
Chris
~

I write poetry for you,
*I dream poetry of us
For you beautiful
 Jun 2015 Ryan James
Chris
~

Butter cream shimmers
Pink sherbet skies
Blue bird concertos
Pastel sunrise
Dew drop florescence
Coffee cup bliss
Cinnamon wishes
Dawn’s early kiss
Butterfly waltzes
Breathtaking view
Wonderful morning
*Beautiful you
Good morning Beautiful
 Jun 2015 Ryan James
Chris
I am lost
 Jun 2015 Ryan James
Chris
~

I am lost…
wandering aimlessly
among towering pines,
sweeping branches
of shaded bliss
leaving pine cone markers
along a soft needled path

The breeze is cool,
fragrant wisps through
clinging vines braided
in abstract patterns
as I try to gather
my bearings

I can see the sun
through the forest
falling lower in the sky
reflecting on the
calm flowing waters
of this small stream
I have been following
for what seems to be hours

Carp and minnows,
orange, black and gray
swim happily
with little care though
I am becoming worried now,
my body aches from the walking
but it feels good
the air is still sweet
as I hear an owl
in the darkness
of the treed canopy
greeting me

I come to a clearing,
tall grasses sway
and I see the sunset
blooming like a prized rose,
petals awash in bright pastels
on the horizon

I sit for a spell
gazing upon the
wonders of nature,
thinking back on
what I have seen,
what I have experienced
and what I am witnessing
right now and finally realize

I am not lost at all…
*I am found
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