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Young man lusts in youth
Sees her dress bellow in wind
Life is so unfair
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She has old stories
Things she tells only strangers
Nothing left of me
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Tolerance seems kind;
guised, it's apathy malign,
silently we pine.
Tolerance can be insidious if we allow it to wear away at our beliefs. Apathy is often the reason.
M Aug 24
I wish that I had
given love more freely with
no fear of shortage
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By open window
She towels herself with me
Moon cries in bathtub
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1
Wet welling from earth
Deep valleys, hills, sweating *******
I plung into her


2
We are lost at sea
In moonless night our soft cries
Curled waves drowning us


3
Above her in bed
Little breaths lifting our bodies
Eyes, fingers, dreaming


4
Her green eyes are set
Jewels from sargasso seas
My ghost ship is wrecked


5
Her long hair tangles
No struggle in rising— then
We are rapt in bed


6
Her eyes blinding me
Milky way of her body
There is a heaven


7
In forest we taste
Each other in evergreens
Hot dews on the moss


8
Blissful time kissing
My bare thighs sink into hers
Running sands so quick


9
As olive or grape
So shed, paired souls are threshed
Out of their bodies


10
Hummingbirds share truths
Nature sounds with all sweetness
Bee in the flower


11
Always in a field
Wild flowers— a bunch to pick
Herself a bouquet


12
In the park we walk
Flocks of white birds taking flight
Two hearts light as air


13
We kissed under moon
Pox of stars grew flowering
Nightshade of her lips


14
She took me to bed
Skinned in bliss— was reborn, lost
In her satin folds
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D Thornhill Aug 12
time gives no quarter
for time is the ferryman
his vessel sails light
©️ dt + b
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It is over now.
I bow my head as you leave,
Rain fills your footprints
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