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I could
Dissolve into you
Fizzle away
Into your brilliance
Dissipating
Just a shadow cast
Across broad shoulder blades

You have replaced my bones
Sunshine now slips
Through my veins
Fragments of hope
Sliding through window panes
Igniting

With you
Something inside me collides
Pieces shift
Back into their places
A dead bolt lock
Keeping me safe

Within  you
I've found the missing pieces of myself
Lazy candles, on a Chrismas-Eve cake. 50cents thoughts, for my pocket money. I am a well suited Poet. But my hand on your hips, and my lips on yours is all that I'm missing. I just saw you a couple of never's ago, and I would love to hold you for a couple of forevers more...

#And the day I'm allowed to kiss you in front of your parents; is the day I won't get shy to kiss you in front of those who are not your parents...
little bobby badger he lived by the sea
he just love to fish a fisherman was he
he  would sit for hours just waiting for a bite
hoping for a big one catch it he just might.

oneday he was fishing he saw a great big splash
flapping in the sea the water it did thrash
badger he was startled could not believe his eyes
he saw a great big fish it was such a size.

badger he got closer to see what it could be
there he saw a  mermaid swimming in the sea
she was having fun swimming all around
flapping her big tail making such a sound.

badger he jumped in. to join mermaids fun.
they played away together beneath the  summer sun

then the tide it turned mermaid swam away
she thanked the little badger for such a lovely day.
Nature wakes up with a smile
Beginning of morning twilight
Red sun peeking from the horizon
There is a blush in the sky
Excited, to wake up the admirers
To settle down to a temperate day
A buoyant heart, smiling within
A faint smile takes over my stupor
Infusing faith in me to face the day
the bottle is

the
bottle
is

the bottle is empty

had its contents been precariously dealt with
or
drop by drop assimilated?

assimilated?by the cloths of
silk pashmina cashmere
or the blackness of a tuxedo

i might never
ever
know, my father forgets

to the left

to
the
left

to the left of the bottle
is another bottle
quite smaller.

it is filled with
pink liquid
half full--or half empty

barely used by its
current owner
it smells like apples

and by the bottles is

and
by
the
bottles
is

and by the bottles is a ring
with two keys
that open locks somewhere

of COURSE!

why, what else would you
use a key
for?

the darkest
alternative for a key's usage, though
is to

hurt
some
body
with
it

metal
grinding the
skin

and the bottles

and
the
bottles

and the bottles thrown
the former can shatter
the latter houses a liquid

but,

but,
but,
but,

why?
Hold me close
don't let me go, tonight
our lips and tongues
will dance their goodbyes

As our fingers follow
familiar trails on flesh
that remembers only a time
when we were lovers
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