*

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Shedding clothes

ready to immerse myself

into the silence

your presence

your stillness

moves me

.

-June 2010-

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**

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It’s one detail of you,
maybe two, maybe three,

that locks my eyes
all the rest, fog, vapor, mist,
is but invisible.

I hear a silence – too long,
too loud, distinct,
extra ordinary,
you.

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-June 2010-

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***

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will lay and roam
fearful heights and surf
gently with eyes closed

soft as velvet
the creases of a familiar face
holding a color
or two that locks me in

the dreamland
I could never escape
words are bars
words are gates.
.

-June 2010-

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****

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It may not be morning
at once
when my eyelids fall
to stick there
limbs go all directions gently
abandoned.

.
A night is dressing
the leaden sky
as summer darkness perfumes are
collected and I, abandoned
in the water as Ophelia was
among the lilies

.
fall in
and out of sleep
in and out of life
in and out of love
in and out of memories
of places

I will, persistently
admire you.

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-June 10, 2010-