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Huddled round the single flame to share
Seeking warmth through Decembers despair

Oh, hot water drain my sins away
Until I pull back the curtain with hell to pay

I choke on my sobs, face to the grout
Penance for when I've drowned you out

One question still lies across the sea:
Darling, why would you ever want a girl like me?
I swear I'm okay, I can't live with the guilt that I've caused you any sort of pain. But with rain comes flowers, even in times like this- you are still simply inspiring.
Love, in garden rose,
Her little hands twining tight,
Heart rapt in tendril.
 Dec 2013 Shelby Murray
Jay
C'mon, baby,
slide a little closer
and tell me
exactly what it is
that goes on behind those
eyes.
Oh my ever fragile bird
Do not fret your lovely mind
Your hearts wandering over mine  
Your words are in my head

Do not quiver your brow
Or bite your lip
Over the things we have
Not yet said

                         And how could I ever not need you?

With this connection so rare
Almost in describable
But I'll try my best
If you can bear
                          
               You are the crisp clean breeze of January

                             You are the smell of May at dusk
                                
                              You warm me with your July sun

                                    You fill me with October rush  


And please believe me when I say
We'll walk through a forest on a perfect summer day
Through the warmth, recite the Decemberists
And play me your beautiful tunes

                                                & baby stay
                                       up
                    with
me
                                                
                                  In the wake of

An  
                  early
                                      June
                                                       moon.
You carry my limp body




                          as the world disintegrates before us



          ashes- like baby butterflies; tumbling off








                  your broken wings
 Dec 2013 Shelby Murray
Jay
Presents
 Dec 2013 Shelby Murray
Jay
I feel so alone.
And I wish you were here.
It's very cold and very dark
And all I really want
is to hold something warm
that will hold me in return
With stolen kisses and meaningful glances.
I can't help but feel like the older you get,
the less material you want, and you find that the
things you truly want for Christmas
cannot be bought in a store.
You set free
Electrified butterflies
When you shut my lips
With your finger tip
Connect.
your ever insistant                                                  
aura,
pulses against mine                                                  
Together
W­e naturally intertwine                                            



Honey;
Thats what fills your eyes                                        
Gold;
Shards of it sprinkled in your iris                                  
Stuck
I cannot break gaze                                              


Rough,
your stumble ****** my hot skin                                
In-sync;
hips sway, breaths catch, and passion comes into play              
Love,
is never mentioned; we need not say                            



we

are                       ­                                                   
but                                
angels,                     ­                                                                 ­     
      banished
from                                             ­                                                                 ­    
the                                                            
­heavens;    


fallen                                                    
yet                                                             ­                                   
not                      
qui­te                                    
broken
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.
Renaissance Man

mathematician, painter and poet
a genius of an engineer
I wish I could have met the man
or even better if he were here

I would follow him everywhere
absorbing as much as I could
trying to collect his brilliance in a jar
you know most surely I would

his curiosity and imagination
equaled by few mortals ever known
his feats of undeniable skills
his seeds of desire forever grown

the anatomical research he started
unequaled technological ingenuity
the beautiful Mona Lisa's face
the Last Supper reflects his ASSIDUITY

the creator of simple bobbin winder  
the theory of plate tectonics
solar power and hydrodynamics too
his thoughts on moving robotics

yes he was a marvelous genius
his love of life will live on forever
sharing his unending reaching mind
we can marvel at this man together

Gomer LePoet ....
but of course I am speaking of Leonardo da Vinci
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