Daily Archive: April 6, 2019

“Sweet pleasure and rare delights”

Sweet pleasure and rare delights (A old poem, from 1980)   Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn the heart till death allows you to escape.   Beautiful… Continue reading

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She used to love me a lot

She used to love me a lot   I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress,… Continue reading

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Drunken Love

Originally posted on Fleeting Muse:
They say that I am drunk Little do they know that Not a single drop of liquor Touched these lips ever But the two drops of nectar That…

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“A wild bird”

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in an emotion where I won’t… Continue reading

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“Holy as love”

  Holy as love   Holy as love   I whispered to her on the Austin, Texas dancehall floor. You smell so good, like wildflowers¬† on a Spring day. My beloved, we meet… Continue reading

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Deserve

Deserve   Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be… Continue reading

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“The shadows are dancing”

The shadows are dancing   She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead, your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city… Continue reading

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