Now The Answers Will Come
in thoughts parlayed at dawn’s window, thumb in pocket
could be me but I don’t ache chronic of a six foot leap
nor my guts beat hardened of lye, steady lunch of life
nor beset of Camels affection, struck early of an older age
sure-bound to be bound alone in pine
and gone at sixty Nine.
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One day walking hand-in-hand along the shore they discerned a bubbling up, albeit vague, nebulous, nevertheless an orenda it was that gave them pause, cause to feel they came together to make a difference in this place.
At the edge of the water, in the majesty of the sunset with her hand taken in his, a mutual stirring arose and by silent wonder their eyes were directed toward the heavens.
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It was happenstance, the solitude welcome, come of a trying day, took me there at the precise moment You too had arrived. I was struck suddenly, overcome, a numinous sea wave drowned me with life, sprayed me rich of lilac spring, injected me a yearning throbs and seldom ebbs.
I am bellows for your breeze and immortal embers for your fire, singed at my edges, burning at my core . . . a white speck streaking through the cosmos . . . boundless evermore. I abduct your gaze, to connect, to incite You, to beckon what deep flows plenty in the soul of You, to tap each warm drop drips of You, to dampen me, sprinkle me with your soul’s elixir, invite me probe, discover, take of You all the more.
And then by turn You see my eyes invite your touch of me, You affirm, give your lips to mine, whilst nourish my delight, so heighten still my desire of You. Your head falls back; I am welcomed. Then comes your whisper tells me, “I am surrendered to any want of You”
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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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