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I miss you

I miss his touch
Let me make that
More personal, I
Miss your touch
I feel your presence
All around me all
The time but I don't
Feel your hand on
Mine. Your caress
Thrilled me even, when
Weakened, your 
Body could not. I
Miss so much of 
You, who thrilled
Me, even when lost
Or confused, you 
Could not find me
Although I was there
Standing vigil by
Your side, no longer
Lying in your arms
Where I knew I 
Belonged and long
Now to be. To be
With you, to be 
Yours. To be touched
By you, and held
And comforted
I miss your touch.
I miss you. I know
You know that. 
That's a comfort, but
Still, I miss your touch

Naming the rose

Chapter 3

They see the devil in their desires
The serpent lurks, swallowing at
Their humanity, strangling their 
Natural impulses and sometimes
Their basic needs. It's a version of
The devil made me do it that is so
Deadly serious that it makes good
Men murderous in defense of their
Piety, thinking that that sin is less
An offense to their God than the
One their hearts and bodies desire

Sweet. Clear.

Our passion is shared and
Divided up by memory into
Little bits of what once was.
Remembered, stored away
For safekeeping, it lives as
It once did but hazy as faded
Pictures in a sundrenched
Album. Not as safely kept as
Our treasured love once was.
We would not have let the
Edges curl or the color drain.
Pleasures once tangible now
Are distant, and dreamlike, 
Played out in the flashes of
Uncertain memory, slipping 
Out of focus, but sweet and
Clear.

Daylight

There is no rush to get up.
Shapes emerge as I gather
The light coming in from my
Window. Dawn is a revelation
It is that, revelatory, by nature.
The gathering daylight reveals
What every new dawn reveals-
The surprise and delight of the
Beauty that is in the world and
Ready to greet me as I gather
The light as it emerges. Dawn

When reptiles ruled

Stumbling over the land, footfalls
Rumbling with the discontent of
Evolution, large animals, their blood
Chilled for life on a tropical planet
Tumbling through history as 
Eons roar through their veins,
Leaving their mark in museums
And in books, in archaeological 
Digs, or our imaginations, out of
Our memories. They were never our
Neighbors, pets or prey nor we
Theirs, their romp through our
Backyards and Jurassic Parks is
The stuff of fiction and movies.
Their tread startling the mire and
Mud, they walk the planet only in
The imagings of small boys or
Grown fantaists who see them a
Loud and menacing presence, as
If reclaiming their past can join it
To ours

Wordle song

Trope quote hotel
Round pound route
Works jerks murky
Fiver pleas lette..
Uhohh, fiver pleas
It'ssa gaame ooovf trans
Forma tions (longA) aannd
Realy there isn'ta reasn toooo
Cheat. Fiver pleas. Start. Finis
Frond found. Tidal 
Trial. Wring wrung
Fiver river. Brews
Trees. Clues blues
Pound mound. Pleas
Lease. Downy found

Hints of darkness

The air smells of the overwrought 
Pasta she'd made last.night, heavy
Like the fevered pieces of seasoned
Gnocchi, overcooked to a hard and
Unyielding patch. The scent is a mix
Of sweet and exotic, almost nice. It Is an aroma at once pleasant and 
Dark. It's clingy like the night that 
Awoke her, insistant, incessant, full
Of its own life, yet lurking in corners

Dear one,

My heart is constant
Even as the weather
Blows hot and cold, as
Moody as any feckless
Lover, changeable as
A young man's fancy 
In the spring, faithless
As it rummages in my
Wardrobe, tugging at
Wintry coverings one
Day, pulling out lighter
Garb the next, windy
Or ill-tempered, warm
And endearing on an
Afternoon with hope
And promises. I hold
Steadfast, unmoving
In the shifting storms,
My heart full of love
And memories

Revisit

Memories of you are
Kicking around in
My thoughts, revisiting
The places we loved,
Where we were in love,
Where you and I, in love,
Walked, where we sat, we
Were everything to each
Other, where we were in
Love, lovers. Sweetheart,
Whereever I am, I relive
The us of us, the you and
Me of yesterday and today
We are still you-and-me,
In love and loving. I am
Always

Thinking of you