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wanderer
2015-05-05 12:00 am
I lie eagerly awaiting for your return exhilarated by the thought of your lips once again touching my famished soul anew, then by the light of the moon you hesitantly came, first, a gentle, subtle caress gingerly knocking on my sands then a gradual deluge, enveloping consuming, the whole stretch of my being and as I lie prostrate , ecstatic with our intimacy, you have once again retreated silently to the mighty vastness of your benefactor.., But you shall never be mine, for the ocean is a jealous lover. and I am eternally condemned to be your willing mistress caught in this perpetual longing waiting anticipating desiring For the next cycle....
The Sophist
2014-07-21 12:00 am
See depths of apathy, In lengths of hair, Like half of me there, Other half in'other room, Gaping blankly it stares there too, Too, too, thoughts like lasers shooting off in my mind, See depths of beauty filling my eyes' seas, 'splayed 'round the front of my being, All this beauty is mine, Even you are in the bounty, You are the wind, the sail, the boat beneath my feet. You move me. You are a seed that grew toward this ever-falling tree. Freedom gnaws at nature, A crutching being what's need.
Gord
2014-04-16 12:00 am
Felonious, Like I flew through the disc. Understood every metaphor, In every one of his hits. Poet, who were they written for?
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