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It's enough for me
to feel with my heart these things
my hands cannot reach-
your ghost-bone fingers
interwoven with my own
sweet cinnamon, peach.
to feel with my heart these things
my hands cannot reach-
your ghost-bone fingers
interwoven with my own
sweet cinnamon, peach.
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Rosemary and Lemongrass
I'm caught between myself and her again couching at the entrance
She promises to pull me back into the cycle I got out of
I'm a bag of myrrh between a bosom of rosemary and lemongrass
Down the alley floats a fragrance that I follow - I can't resist it
O she dresses the sheet cinnamon aloe
I'm the bull and a fool to be pierced by her arrow
Like a bird to a trap you would wish I'd know
With her hands on my eyes the trains barreling close
Through the lattice, from the window, O observer do you watch me?
I'm an old man, but a young naive soul armed with lust, please stop me
From the wayward way, I know it's wrong but
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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Hi there! Just a note to let you know I've featured this piece in my 2012 showcase of literature: [link] 