NOT YET
Scattered words
Here
There.
Puzzle pieces stay awry
beneath perfection’s piercing eye.
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Your Touch
YOUR TOUCH
Joy
Alive in the mind
Nourished in the heart
Sustained in the soul
Propagated by your touch.
Touch
Me
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Sweet Sorrow
SWEET SORROW
Linger in the doorway,
Negligee in disarray,
You
Against the door frame
Sweeping eyes at
Me
Lips on lips,
Sorrow parts
Us
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Bottles
BOTTLES
Why shape them so?
What is it fills them?
Who is she fills them?
Has she a lover?
Does he inspire?
Does she have his faithfulness?
Is it for him she fills the bottles?
Is it for him she fills them full?
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