Do I love you

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Who can understand this?
Creating flesh and spirit,
to enjoy love and willingness.
A new life with joyful leaping,
with you whispering
my night-time name.
And even the ocean knows,
that everything has come to pass.
Side-by-side with
no breath to part us.

My pure sight

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Content to breathe
the native air,
as Du Fu glides with ease.
October is a fierce tiger,
mourning all our hollow heroes.
With no doubt; I know the way.
A hunter of words
and sources of colour.
I stretch out on your shadow,
as your kiss seals my soul.
All around reed’s of wind
and scented kisses.
Another deep reflection,
in the sleeping eyes
of the one I love.

Autumn cools thoughts

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A pilgrimage of
marginal dreams.
Slumbering and slippery.
And no one to track the sins
of the truculent slum lords.
The aches and pains,
just drift along.
In an earthy bed of sleep,
fingers of Summer –
such sights and sounds.
Bestowing love and hope,
unyielding to a precise call.
A simple patch, of alluring sea.
Now, I know my way.

Hello solitude

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Come sit with me.
Upon my hearts grave.
Behind the window pane
the sun rays in solitude.
Yet, my breath
lingers between us.
A freedom sampled.
Hardened by passion,
and the moist nights
of the outer waves.

Night Thoughts

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Days as silent as night.
Night swallowed in shadows.
That speak of nothing
but crests of lightning.
And in the book of flesh.
Your calm hands quite a blaze.
As your lips part the fires.
The warm mist of a woman’s breath
Nothing is left but your eyes.
And flowers growing in the field.

November girl

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So much has come and gone,
and the luxury streets sleep on.
Words buried by chains and noises,
and the sun shines at a great distance.
 
My love, whose hair is blackfire
tells me vision is the
most powerful thing.
I close my firefly eyes,
and her gaze holds mine.
 
Lips on her yellow skin,
a soft moan escapes.
I know then, my wings are real.
Riding on a bright moonbeam,
to another place, another time.
She absorbs me, within.

Still alive this November day

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Morning glory.
Not of words wasted,
or ideals abandoned.
But of a winter sun
clapping hands,
in atypical ambiance.
Heralding a new dawn,
the first to love the bones
and not the coins.
And I can see all of you,
from a distance.
A landscape, arising
from your touch.
Your lips touching mine,
just where the sun should be.

Butterfly of dreams

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I’m not ready yet
to utter the final words.
Lightning still
flickers in my soul.
Enough for passion
to burn and to
place flowers
next to the dead.

And I wait,
for first the
sun rays of the year.
To save a life,
just by seeing it.
And take me to you,
my butterfly of dreams.

What dwells in my heart?

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Is my only refuge,
the plums I have tasted.
And an Island girl,
with a swift irresistible soul.
Who says:
life lasts for a short time only.
As we gently caress,
seeking new tastes
and exploration.
And if so…
I will live with energy
under the sky.
With a thirst burning,
for a ripe and fruitful season.
Sealed with curls of passion.