Riding The Years of Love

feeling you as the stars are heating our passionate nest with fiery embersreflecting on our youthful skin, and secret crimson frolics with intensitychambers in my heart, beating fast, lay unrestricted by your touchglutinous boundaries of cerulean I sail windlessly through as I clutchmy chest, like your love, at times, is so consuming, it is too […]

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Scarlet Petals in Santorini

Gazing out the white shutters of our villa in Santorinimy dreams nor visions could compete with this reality.Observing you that first night at dinner, I dare not allow my stare to linger.I could feel your heat surround me like an orb of glorious white light.Such character in your face, written with poetic lines, in primal […]

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Port of Call

walking on sultry air toward the lightslingering to smell the hidden sunshinestill treading so softly on these nights tacit air is where you would caress mewhere the darkness holds our imprintsinto my heart my sailor from the sea my beach house, and I did give you allawake again as bodies spent exploringin Wilmington’s once lonely […]

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She Could Not Go But Dare Not Stay

wasted librettos float through white sheets hung out yesteryear to dryher pain begins behind dour cheeks and strikes notes off pageslonely tears no longer owning a tributary are sent away to lament and die on her way home, she passes a graveyard for spellbound weeping willowsporcelain pores ache to be heard, open still awaiting his […]

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Rhythm of Life

fairies play music on silken threads left by tiny worms a child somewhere dreams of dancing on her tippy toes lonely is the haunting sound of the saxophone a grandmother holds her daughter’s child the first time tears leave a salty trail on beautiful black skin red and orange waltz across the sky, dancing into […]

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Not Ready to be Ripe

Watching the clock, I knew, as fresh dampness gathered between my breast, that as the figs began to ripen, on our tree, to him, I would never be in season. After school, on this screen porch, waiting for him, to see the toss of his head, the glimmer of green in his eyes, I realized […]

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Lovestruck

the sea raged, flogged by the fierce lightningobserving from an abandoned church where we fledwith formidable arms, you picked me up and embraced my heartyou spoke of yearnings, as you fed me floral notes with your voicehow you played my small feet like an instrument of uncharted lovecoconut and musk oil lingered, as you smelled […]

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