Tag: love
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Involuntary furlough
I am fighting sleep only for the chance to hear your voice. Call you at 2 a.m. just to make sure I’m still in your dreams Drink a margarita for me please Make it extra strong — These days, we need the strength. I go out to the woods to seek my transcendalist side Decide…
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This ain’t no Ferris Wheel
Come sit with me on our bed, my friend As close to me as you can get lest you fall off the edge Hold on tight, honey This ride isn’t for the faint of Heart loses but that’s not important We are only a fantasy; isn’t that right? You never expected truth. I called you…
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The moment after all goes dark
Never did the street lights seem so far apart as they did when she would run between them fast on the first set, slow on the second that perfect moment between day and night It is impossible to cling to both sides but if she selects one, she admits the other is not right. So…
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Dirty Laundry
Sometimes when I concentrate with all I have I can remember the first time you fell asleep with your head in my lap and I thought the little noises your nose and mouth made were sweet. I remember loving the little stuffed animal you brought me even though it came from the gas station where you…
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A first love
This is an attempt to capture with words the purity of a first romance … and the ability to reflect on it years later with fondness. A memory It’s 1993, I am 15 years old, and this is no summer romance. No, this one sparks during a snowfall and a power outage, and this one will warm me for…
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Being an aunt
I arrived in NYC on Sunday morning. Sunday afternoon, my sister-in-law, Jenn, gave birth to their second daughter, Sadie Claire. As much as I have loved spending the week in my favorite visiting spot, something is missing. I need to see my nieces! (and my dogs, for the record.) Years ago I decided I didn’t…
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Fainting at the piercing parlor
The room crashes and burns purple ceiling closes in Bright light seems – hospital-like but no white coats at this operation Strange faces look down at me a familiar one – but I do not recognize Have I been sleeping this whole time? Dreams were good and awakening rough So much more pain to…
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Sunday morning
Spring lives here where sunrise greets weekend coffee and conversation Trust and truth rests – in your lap, my feet – in my hand, a newspaper Did you know, dear, that the world has stopped understanding but we know our demons, and we know our angels, and this day you are the guardian of my…
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Do you dream of me?
In that moment Between dark and dawn In my half-awake, Half-dream world I see colors of you. Reds and greens and blues Courage and healing and truths Wash over me and you Patiently wait For me to wake To your ‘hey sunshine’ And I smile And anticipate.
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After we love I
feel breath slowing chests expelling the passion that gave us flight now soothes and offers sync as we settle into tranquil sleep This poem was written around the turn of the century.