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that which fills my silence

my ladies
Does Cam just look like a teen ager in this shot? Its not the best picture I ever took but man, all I see hwen I look at that is her thirteen year old self trying to talk me into God Knows who’s concert tickets, and trying to figure out how to get her hair to stand up with out killing the ozone. Welcome back 1985. Sheesh…
This is National Poetry month, and as a poet I feel I must


poem - untitled

He loves softly
Gentle like breezes
Firm like air between fall and winter
like thighs pressed high against my
…..
he should be lying
beneath my palms every time I think this
reflection on our sex is
not close enough to reality
to be satisfying
when he
……
he drinks my wishes
and sweats my satisfaction
bodies flex like his biceps wrap sweetly
push slowly
ride low like tides that hide
waves that keep crashing
until we are
…..
we kiss like sunday mornings caress saturday night
tangle like moonbeams and sunlight
poetry cliche I know
but it feels good


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