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Sea between blues.

Sea between blues, and, Periwinkle black delight. Sand tattoos our skin. I brush you off before city arrives, to my feet. I love you in quiet, I love you in noise, and I hold your hand when we walk through each. I remember you, Sea, in your bright and moody, Tan-toned coast on me. Excerpt from Between love poems and solitude.

Ship, fall night.

Ship coasts into still sky, Slowing to the chilled night, Black with wine. Cold howls now, to stand, In a city, Waiting for fall to lie. To hear the horn from, Many miles, Away to, A mile away, to so close, Now here. Do I wait for you, or, Walk alone. Will you dissipate, reappear, A ghost haunting a ship from, Many moons ago. I am trapped here, A soul loved,

Silhouette in nude.

You love women, their architecture, design. You’ve loved them since the first moment you masturbated to thoughts of one, trying to recall every part of one. Your favorite, the mature kind. I remember you told me about the wife across the road, down the way, before you went off to war too soon. She’d let you watch her through a glass pane window, so you could learn where to touch, and then maybe practice some more later on.

Silhouetted feline.

In shaded sun, I’m gazing off nowhere. I like to visit often, My space, just sitting here. I look at many things, As they walk by, but, I’m most content, In my heart, By your left side. I will sit here for a little more, It is very warm. You may admire my posture, My beauty for a while more. Then I’ll curl up, slowly, Closer to you. Seducing you, insisting,

Silver lake.

I lie in grass blades, Trees whispering lullabies. Silver blooms from lake. To wait for you is still and forever. I think before about this place. When you and me, we walk pass the trees. Making that sharp turn into the glow, where no one sees. I lie on you, in memory, on blades of grass as they cut me. Excerpt from Between love poems and solitude.

Soft water to touch.

I am in motion. Gliding in sync to the sun, Soft water to touch. Excerpt from Between love poems and solitude.

Sophie and mornings.

In sunlight by the piano, and next to me always. She sometimes will sing, accompanying me. Excerpt from A cat’s love.

Still of me.

Morning to sunset, The sun will come and go, And set on you, to, Think about, How you would, Warm me, when I am cold, And you are alone. If only to know your voice, In between the sweet, The black, The sky, The water, The bitter, And sitting with you. This would mean love, In a way that only, The moon, And the void know. Centuries from now, You will see me, vividly, Unknown to me.

Still reflection.

Loving you is to know, Fog between that space in between, You and me, and, In morning light, your, Still reflection safe in my harbor, Sailing in from night. You return as a lover would, Caring only about the sounds, Love makes, tracing, Soft lines to remember the, Details of me. Excerpt from Between buildings and boutiques.