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she inquires why I write so many poems,
easy comes reply:
It gives me a fantastic living,
it makes and gives, each poem,
a calculation, a reconciliation
of who I am...a miner of the
mineral wealth in my veins
M
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I don’t know what she has —
but it pulls me in
like the tide obeys the moon.

Every glance
is a spark against my skin,
every word
a knot in my breathing.

I want it all with her —
the mornings, the storms,
the years I haven’t lived yet.

When she walks into the room
my hands forget themselves,
my heart trips over its own steps,
and I realize —
I’m not just in love,
I’m hers already.
Sun is going out
white lily sad hangs head
unseen tears blurred view.



Shell✨🐚
The world in mourning.
As I was falling into the darkness

a helping hand reached out

to pull me out of the dark

and bring me back to light.

Afraid of dragging a friend down

I pulled my hands back,

let it go.

Broke the last

thread of light.
A warm kiss on your lips
So soft and tender it lingers so sweet
A tender touch that takes my breath away
Thinking about you night and day and
In the silent whispers where our souls meet
A kiss that lights the dawn of each new day

And two hearts entwined forever in love
And forever bound to each other and
In every kiss a promise softly sown and
With every touch this love gently growns

And in this warmth of
Our special kiss and
Our spirits dance and play
This kiss a spark that guides us on our way.
A Kiss 💋 😘 😗 😚
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