romance
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Her night-sultry voice achieves what a closet of negligees cannot Read more
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Light tumbles from her window staining the grass below; elongated rectangle of bright green in the night a trap-door of illumination I want to step on, fall through, down; down into the dusty cellar where she waits by that light. Read more
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Love is a driver’s license photo You know who the person in the picture is – sort of, maybe you think it is you – your glazed eye, mug-shot provenance makes even you double-check triple-check yourself in the mirror the morning after facial expression defying logical description; contorted hybrid of happiness and electrocution-by-chair It was Read more
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Reserved seating this is not first-come, first-served you cannot get a ticket from a scalper only from my personal box office not ‘second-run’ house my heart is the first-run feature now playing only the latest and best Sit back, relax. Enjoy the show. And please keep your dirty feet off of the seats in front Read more
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She loves me, she loves me not Played that game as a kid, for fun with and without the flower, played it frequently later, for keeps Won once or twice I have over picked my life’s quota of prophetic daisies, come out on either side of the nursery rhyme sometimes the right verse, wrong time Read more
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You are Gaelic beautiful, mystical, lyrical, recognizable, incomprehensible, not easily translated Yet I love to listen to your rhythms with heart, soul, eyes you are a romance language I can always listen to, try to read, knowing no matter how much I read and hear, I could never be truly fluent in you Read more
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Summer is when you most think of her, want her hot, sultry, at times stifling melting into yourself, sweat trickles into places that spark imagination, irritate, perturb undeniably sensual, cursable, so memorably bemusing she will return, as always, the bittersweet equinox of her Read more
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You can use a sundial as easily as a Rolex an egg timer will perform like a Timex count the days with an abacus or hourglass leather-bound planner or electronic gizmos all that matters is the sun rises, the sun sets and you are spending your lifetime with me Read more
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Love is like a day at the county fair flashing neon, loud music, exotic sights, smells, sounds, enticements sensory overload You know you shouldn’t over indulge but you do and then you get sick but what a ride, oh what a ride! Faster! Faster! Faster! Up! Down! All around! Spinning! Dropping! Whirling! Faster! Faster! Spinning Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 