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what is it about a scent
that can knock us off our feet
or can raise our body heat

the smell of a lover's skin
seduces us so deep
then comforts us to sleep
WAR
today
was so brutal
the world exploded blood
body parts in the flood
hope is lethal
let's pray

tonight
there was no moon
dark skies will seal the doom
such waste seen in the gloom
"will this pass soon"
he writes

maybe
come tomorrow
there won't be any hate
or a world, at this rate
too much sorrow
let's plea
a formed poem--a Scallop with specific rhyme and syllable count
every minute
I waste
every hour
I consider
      &
still you're
not here
every day
you make
me wait
each month
I reexamine
your hold
each year
I need to
wander
how much
can I take
something
just has to
break
The way I feel
I can not define
I don't want to
analyze or judge
I don't wish to
spurn nor slight
these feelings,
these pleasures
I've come to
rely on them
to count them
my delights--
our passions
emotions shared

So I'll just feel;
welcome and accept
permit and give
with my heart open
with my  soul willing
It's a shame
we didn't meet before

It's a shame
we neither one is free

It's a shame
we can't
respond outwardly
to what we
desire inwardly

It's a shame
I'll never be able
to forget
our moments
together
demand obedience
of me whilst my
adoration
showers over you

devour my soul
with your longing
while I smother
your spirit

destroy my trust
with your silence
then I'll slaughter
your heart
with my touch

I am daring you
to ignore me
a statue with no head
a woman with no voice
both ogled after
both wondered of

one is insignificant
one made invalid
both remain silent
both testifications
......of bigotry

both holding the powers
......of humanity
......of hatred
......of censure
both holding back
the crowds
with their consequences
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