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Close and closer still
Dry your beautiful tears
My arms around you
Gotten me through
Too many nights

Our legs entwined
Warmth, twilight's touch
Sun kissed in candle light
Blood red fingered tipped
Your eyes hooded
But sparkling and bright
Take you in rapture

But that's not why I'm with you
My Little Biscuit, it's much more than lust
That's only physical,
A moth to the flame
A search untamed

You are elemental in nature
A wind, gusting, a blade
Your voice, beautiful
Rage, unadulterated pain
You are the mirror
To which fire
Measures flame

Anxiety and fear
Blacken out your light
If you allowed unveiling
All the world, frozen
Like I saw you in dress

From the first moment I saw you
To worst in fight, your hand raised to strike
Always I loved you, always my life
Unconditional love
Love at first sight
You mock, deny and bite
But in a moment I loved you
Changed my whole life

I am learning to love you
Everyday, a new light
Your brightness, my devotion
Your plight is my fight
If you'll let me have might

Tell you, ok
Everything's alright
We'll get through this
Together, love
Commitment and tight
Love is beyond the romantic, when it grows to supreme heights, romance is the least of its attributes. Everything I feel for you, Love, is the only thing that is unconquerable, unquenchable and insurmountable. No words will ever equal the overwhelming emotions that I reserve for you.
I fell in love with a girl
again, at a bar
My friend said she was Czech
Hard to say
I didn't ask for her passport,
and she had nowhere to carry one
She smiled when she glanced my way
eyes glazed, speaking my language
The Czech girl, making love to a pole.

r ~ 8/9/14
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Her eyes speak
the truest words
never uttered
They tell of the ocean
on a lonely shore
Of salt marsh days
and windswept dunes
And love among the ruins
Her habit worn
vow unbroken to the night
She smiles a wanton wish
of summer days
and a fair young boy
among the glades
She sighs
her dreams away
and polishes again
the bare stone floor.

r ~ 7/28/14
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