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Melting sun
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Lunar
Something changed
While I was waiting
For you too
Inspiritus
Into life we delve
Retrieve treasure
Fossick through debris
Until we come up
Breathing, gasping
Wantonly inspired
To give shape
Form with words
So to reach
Into another's soul
To revive, cool, soothe
Another heart on fire
Burning out all fuel
Staring at smoking remains
She looks up and smiles
Whispers my name
Stories grow legs
Read themselves
Back to me
Giving life to them
Now never
Alone
Cliffhanger
A love like a thriller
Insecure intensity
Never knowing
What's round the corner
Affection dangling
Open bare
Viewing platform
Overhanging
Grand Canyon
Asking sweetly
Please don't
Cut me down
Else I'll drown
Beating heart held
In your hands
Till tenderly
Wrapped around
My feet return
To ground
Sweetness
A tonic to cure
All my ills
Spoonful of sugar
Swallow bitter pill
A mellow taste
For even hour
Honey and lemon
Sweet and sour
In careful measure
Or else is dicy
Just a pinch
Of sweet with spicy
A perfect match
I ever did meet
Kiss tips fingers
Salty and sweet
Study for an angel
Unfinished work poised
Graphite brings to life
It is her
Or a great ancestor
Also looking into me
With cool blue eyes
I surmise by their clarity
Following gaze
More striking than
Mona Lisa
To be continued
Should years between
Remain open to
Chance meetings
A love that does not
Need to say, achieve
No affirmation
Endless invitations
Abandoned
As fruitless as asking
A native bird to
Fly to finger
Quietly observing
Turn around again
The view from here
Is beautiful indeed
Love like
A fingerprint
Of lover's name
Unique new note
Not one the same
Beautiful fingers
Of one fine hand
Silent wave
Siren's command
So rare and precious
Slender and long
Ever rehearsed
Perform one song
Some sit idle
Curled content
Pondering days
Love long spent
Mine a many
Instrumentalist
Strikes a chord
Tone long missed
Orchestral works
Of mindfulness
Conducted by
Pure hand of bliss
Secret archive
In the deep recesses
Of the palace
Of the mind
Quaint catalogue boxes
Sit idly weaving
Lacy silk
Gartered webs
Across time stained
Decks of cards
Full of chance
Now expired
No waste of space
In the twilight hours
They levitate and spin
Like Papillon on
A spring day
As bulbs emerge
From the clay
In cocoon of dream
Memories play
To lure me out
Of myself
To mingle with life
As it never happened
Inspire possibility
A springboard
To love well
To hope
For more
The darkest side
'It's the darkest side
Of my heart that dies
When you come to me
It's the golden ticket
I win when you
Kill my enemies
When I die I'm alive
When I lose I find
My identity...'
~ The Middle East
Love like
Roots and leaves
Grounding
Reaching above
Two affections
Opposing directions
One hidden one seen
A vast intricate network
Tapping into streams
When cold and dark
Storm rips apart
She holds me gently
Tough enough
Never letting go
Of what sustains us
Long limbs climb
Dance in the air
Entwine
Soak rays absorb rain
Glorious colour
Flower fruits
Enough to feed
Seven monkeys
Birds butterflies bees
Long life of love
Rooted deeply
Flying free
Count the stars of heaven 