You love to dance with the dead,
tango warm in the dark
and beguiling,
as your slippers
barely skim the night
under the willow spun moon.
You let them lead you
and pull you close
and gently trace
the blues of your face,
where stars hunt and steal
like shadow puppets.
You let them court you
like lovers
and bed you,
the intimate twitch
of your silk
parting under fingers
that beg to touch your memories.
You let them explore
and feast on
the mystery of your limbs
as they fall against the sky,
watching you move
like a ghost
out under the slippery elms,
plucking ragged fire
from your youth.















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"There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your hearts desire.
The other is to get it."
George Bernard Shaw
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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To sleep, perchance to Dream...
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
(William Blake - Auguries of Innocence)
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A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet.
Bob Dylan
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Dorks! (...as i talk to the mirror)
... so like a warm undulating fog caught up by a lazy breeze, slowly taking the night as it lifts from the storm drench, saturated ground, reflecting joy in a rolling dance of existence, a pleasurable gift gleaned from fiercest of summer storms ...
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Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
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~Shelley
What lies behind us
And what lies before us
Are small matters compared to
what lies within us
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
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