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To touch — though trembling — my own regret
Or the parts of me about which I wish to forget

To steal back words I spoke from my unknown fears
And the squandered minutes that turned into years

To give only love to places that feel most hated
But allowing no ground when boundaries are debated

I sealed my yesterdays with fervency’s kiss
Then woke up tomorrow and carried out this

Guttural Cry

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The movie house has shut its doors
The Nepalese cafe burned down
Some ocean somewhere lost its salt
Some mountain range fell to the ground

Our schoolhouse — just a memory
Our hometown, your address belies
Just you, just me, but never we
Just why won’t time become goodbye

Love Language

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I don’t remember Rome
My feet upon the Spanish Steps’ amber hollow
Too, the rushed-through blue
Maserati 5-speed — did I dream it?
Adam’s lapis aura above mine own

It all escapes me, St. Peter’s Square
Peering out over the shoulders of Saints
Counting each cobblestone
And, inside, La Pietà
What tears and blessings I carried away

Yet, I still see Versailles
Grandeur in the Hall of Mirrors
Forgiveness thence reflected
Learning of gold-gilded love
Take me, as, I’ve never been

Because, My Love

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Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be

Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me

Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time

Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?

Lost in Space

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Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help

Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street

Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right

Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me