Beneath The Pale

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I play games with eyes
I can’t apologize or say why
In Peek-A-Boo, I play into
Your green or blue or grey eyes
I challenge you to I Spy
Defiant, Captain, May I?

On cue, out come your Hi games
Your Sideways Hello-Bye games
The send-the-soul-mile-high games
The make them laugh, then cry games
I play, no matter -You’re a star
I’m a lover of all you are 

And all these games aren’t really games
They’re ways to keep the time
‘Til you and I look eye to eye
Beneath the pale 
And from on high
Promise hello

As I rocked him

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All we want
for the ones we love
is for the rock that knocks
them from their tree
to be Ordained
and fit perfectly
in their palm
as they climb their way back up.

May it be just so
for any and all
who hear our prayer.

Silk Or Cinnamon

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I understand the search
The take-aim at the unknown for the purpose of purpose and peace

Back up to the moment when it slipped from our skin and we continued along, with barely a downward glance 

Feel from afar that moment we made the choice
To compromise
To acquiesce 
To call our own another’s yes

And be resolved

That unless there’s silk or cinnamon involved
To never slip again