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HOPE
Her name is not Hope, though
It might as well have been
Into the tunnels of my mind
We delved; a steady course
Was achieved, but far too
Soon she was wrested from
My world and I was left as
If she had never been.
My sadness knows no bounds.
I long for the camaraderie we
Shared and the insights that
Were brought to light and
Would have remained buried
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Strange Grace
in the moments
before death
there is a strange
grace
one that forgives
without benefit
of clergy
it is a presence
aside; almost
surreal
it creeps along my
skin, beckoning
my soul; my life
I want to
touch it
taste it
my fingers dig
into the soil,
the sky
everything I have
ever experienced
becomes real
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Para Ricardo
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Untitled
and then came
the moment
when I hated
the sound of my own heartbeat
because I knew it was beating
alone.
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The Reflection Pool
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The Market of Marrakesch
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My Beloved
There are moments
when rain drops
beat their tattoo
upon my soul
Whispering words
of then, and now.
My heart cries out
for you
Only you.
Comfort comes
less often, now
that I am old
and frail.
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Equanimity
There are men
who abide with
a rage
a hunger
a desire
Their mouths
too small
to consume me
I am no more
than a fantasy;
yet,
more than imagined
I touch myself
to remember that
I am real
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Dancing After Dark
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The Kiss
Across this great divide ( Read more... )