what i want,
so bad it hurts.
hurts,
so i can touch.
no fear,
no loss!

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you undress painfully,
evolving from soul to self.
turn away from the window,
the moonlight will follow…
to find your breasts weeping,
and the shadows in your void.
tender eyes almost afraid,
to give the only gift
you have left…
you cross the bridge trembling,
your scent hangs in the air.
redeeming the given in given,
the tiny box on the dresser.
i will wrap you forever
in the light hidden in darkness.
your heart the bell,
mine the shell holding echo.
i kiss your feet with desire
while the wolves howl
on a distant hill!

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chopped in tiny pieces,
laid carefully in a box,
that sits silently screaming
on your shelf!
the heart does not know
faces or names,
is not bound by distance,
1000 miles, or 20 feet
across the room…
that seems even further.
we die a thousand deaths
at each other’s feet.
love’s crucifixions,
bodies wrapped in cloth,
and perfumed.
souls drawn to each other,
clothed, yet bare naked.
live wires touching,
that light up the night…
drinking the darkness that names!
intimate strangers,
are we ever any more?
even after years of travel,
so much we dont know…
even after years of travel!

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And left behind,
So many memories.’
Here is Martha and The Vandellas,
Singing
Complex and yet simplistic harmonies,
As I reminisce.
And this song I can’t forget,
‘Come and Get These Memories’
Says how I feel!
I wish you could come and get these memories!
I wish there was a chance,
We could hold and dance like that again!
In the Summer breeze and on the blocked street
Dripping sweat from quick steps done!
But the love we had was like ‘Quicksand’.
And in it we were sinking deeper!
‘Wild One’
‘Heat Wave’
And ‘Dancing In the Street’
Recalls those times in our lives well reflected,
With Motown beats…
And the 60’s!
‘Soooo…
Come and get these memories!
Come and get ’em
Since you’ve gone out of my life!
Give them to your new love!
Give them to your new love! ‘
Not really though…
You’ve become too attached!
And I’ve become too unwilling to let go!

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