Poetry

Ireland

There’s a certain feelingIn some places…That Paris happened and you missed it for not being born early enough in the century.That London is just around the corner in an alleyway, but not this one you’ve found.That Vienna is in a courtyardwith a sinfonietta debuting a piece you’llNever hear, in a place you’ll never be invited…

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Hunger

There’s another needLike hunger or thirstI thought it was lustWanting, I mustFind a way to satisfyDesire and delightWaiting in dreamsFor youTo believeI’m walkingIn the light. It isn’t lustAnd needs no climaxTo be satisfiedOnly a drop of beautyFrom your tongueTo smile moreAnd runFor yearsOn just a minuteOf your time. “I loved your wordsToday” It makes my…

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Dreams of futures past

A time machine to who I wasBefore any damage doneWith hope and promised livesEverything waiting to be won. I sleep with dreams of futures pastJoy stands sentry at every turnAnd you are there to point the wayGuiderails for the most dangerous curve. Your voice casts the spell on us bothPulling and pushing to the deepest…

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4am

The magical hour when the world gets quietAnd thoughtful With no distractionsA mind can wanderFrom real to fantasyThere and back again When Dreams take holdAnd grow like ivyOn a garden wall Or evaporateLike a sprinkler’s mistOn a hot summer dayWhen the grass is dry

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Instead

Flames of angerInstead of passionSweat from yogaInstead of sexAlone in bedInstead of tangled

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Possibilities

As a person who believesThat she seespossibilitiesAt every turnAnd every burnedDestruction of what wasIs always seenAs what could be,I relish theMagnifying glassThat expands my mindWhen I see the worldthrough your eyesAnd I realizemy limited binaryCan become infinity.

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I see you

When I first see youI babble like a creekWith drops of wordsFinding their waythrough a crevicein my mind.A mind consumedWith your smileFrom the momentI see you. Once my wordsfind their way,They dig a ravineThat allows each and everyThought in my headTo tumble out unexaminedUnprescripted, unable to sayWhat’s on my mindConsumed with your smileFrom the momentI…

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No idea

I had no ideaThat I could love.Broken heartedFrom birth,I was certainI would never findSomeone who could love meAnd teach me how to love.But somehowStumbling in the darknessOf life without intimacyYour voice broke through.And like a childLearning to crawlAnd then walk.And then fall.I’m finding thatI can do anythingEven loveAnd be loved.

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Askew

When yoursis the last voiceI hear beforeI close my eyes, I find my dreamsAre scentedWith your scentAnd paintedWith your hue. Everything askewIn a gentle wayWith rising hopeAnd a smile on my lipsThat lasts until dawn.

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Seedlings

Your last wordplants a seedin my dreamsAs it shouldAnd I findeach nightis sweeterwhen you sayGood night.

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