Awakening

Could I awaken ‘ere the fire at horizon’s verge,
and be silky-wrapped astride you,
and there for smitten of nocturnal reverie,
just bare a breath, know you warming,
feel assured by my touch of you
I am not risen from a dream?

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Meander

silver
wise
sleepy
thoughtful introspect

the road behind ~ pot-holed rut-worn wooden wheels
pot-holed roads ~ come this far ~ astride them wooden wheels

advance
retire
withdraw
thoughtful circumspect

two wheels
zoom zoom
bump Bump

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Festinate

now them roar

red light shadows

scurry ere the dawn

incite growling dogs

and rousting sparrows

race destined for a place

where if they could

they wouldn’t Be.

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Dyad

Tis Sun untrue,
in two,
he done of heavy weary?

For light given to the rose,
does he one the more, the other
favor new born bloom, a sweeter fragrance
’stead thorny prick, a drop of blood? 

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