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Here we are watching the sun set into the horizon,
while her hair is blowing gentley in the wind.
I look at her and,
her eyes are shining like the midnight star.
I take her hand in mine and she has a gentle touch,
like a feather landing in my hand.
I reach over to brush her cheek,
and her skin is soft like a rabbits fur.
while I look at her,
I realize she is much more beautiful than a pure white dove.
as I lean close to her I whisper into her ear,
"you are the most beautiful thing I've ever loved".

She falls lovely to my naked bed,
silk below my shadow-
silhouette companion
traveling across these walls.

She sings lovely from her lips-
rings the moon with splendor
like a silvery haze
winding down waterfalls.

She tastes lovely on my tongue,
a flow of honey glowing,
sweet confection of the night-
wings of angels in my palm.

She moves lovely as the sunrise
rolling over sea waves-
rides the sun's apex
down to misty dawn.

She rests lovely in my eyes
like satin stars of heaven,
a shining jewel of morning-
rose and ivory in my arms.

I remember from somewhere the phraze
"Make it new".
Even I can't retell the same story twice
to the same person
whose alreadry heard the same story once.

Your never to old to hang out at the library
Especially if you've wrapped your car
around an electric pole a week earlier.

Feeling as giddy as I could feel,
walking the ilses while waitting for a ride home.
Swiftly to the one place in the library
I know as my retreat from all things mature.
Rounding corners with a pace
and purpose of meeting dead authors
that i know so well.
hidden in a social setting
My neglected treasure
of printed influences.
the poetry section

i turned the last corner
and dropped my jaw in awe.
two teenagers are doing the tounge tango
between edna stvincent millay
and tennesse willaims.
The three of us all gasped to attention
not imediatly comprehending the complexity
of the impeding moment
we stood there in ackwardness
looking at each other
and briefly comtemplating if
one of the three of us was
was going to leave.

then before i could blink their giggles
erupted into a wurl wind cyclone
of backpacks and braclets
undarkend hickies and an exiting
frollic of theatrical proportions
swuned to the back of the isle
like i was some kind of freakish ghoul
mildly making them uncomfortable
i'm not sure wich one was
the girl or the boy at that point

lieing on the floor
my jaw unhindged
my eye browes still anchored
by some perplexity unforeseen.
stillness past over me like
the stoppping of the wind.
conjeston and my senses
raised my attention back to focus.
a final thought grumbled from
under my lips;

what do these kids think,
no one reads this stuff.
that they can just hide out
back here in paradise
playing the hickie suffle
all afternoon?

I stir from my sleep in the darkness of night
and struggle to stay there my eyes shut tight.
Then memories of you come into my head
and I've lost the struggle there in my bed.

As yesterday awakens from my memory
my face breaks into a smile at the reverie
and your voice comes back into my ears.
I've never felt like this before in all my years.

I think of you in your lonely bed down there
and wish I was in your arms no matter where.
I grin and roll into my pillow on my bed
as I think of all the wonderful words we said.

Outside I hear the crickets singing to the moon
my heart beats as I remember we're meeting soon.
How I long for you, to feel your touch to see your smile
to sleep in bed beside you in just a little while.

I hug my pillow and deliciously smile as I think of you
and all the things ahead we are planning to do.
Oh how I wish the days ahead would just flee
so that I could be there with you and you with me.

Reality dawned as I awoke from my sleep
the day had arrived when we would meet.
Filled with excitement I thought of you
and wondered if you're awake and excited too.

Its a long drive but we will meet halfway
in a quiet B & B on the mountain we'll stay.
We've planned it all and are taking the chance
that this is more than just a passing romance.

On the five hour drive our thoughts turn to the past
and the sad times that are over at long last.
For fifteen years we both thought life was over
and then by chance we did discover each other.

I turned in on the dusty road and saw his car there.
My heart missed a beat and I became aware
that my destiny could be behind that door.
It would only be seconds until I am sure.

I knocked and then heard the voice that I knew,
the door opened and here we were, me and you.
"You are so beautiful". I heard him moan
and into his open arms I willingly went home.

Our hearts, minds and bodies in unison,
it was unbelievable: as though we were one,
not strange, as though we had been forever.
This is how we dreamt it would be together.

For six days and six nights we laughed and loved
oblivious to everything around and above.
We'd come alive the stars held our hearts
and we knew that our life was about to start.
....................

A beautiful lady with long straight hair,sexy eyes and skin so fair.Lips so moist,like a waterfall spray.. Fingertips so soft,like a silk covered beret.She longs for a man,who's love is not rough.A gentle heart but can be still tough.She wants to be held,each and every night and feel his arms pull her close and tight..As they lay there together and fall fast asleep,she will know his love is true and will never be cheap!!

Thought that I would quit this site,
But found these poems, to my delight,
I sit here watching minutes pass,
Trying to find that perfect lass.

I know shes out there, maybe here?
Have you seen my profile, my Dear?
Am I desperate? Not at all,
I just want to hear her call.

Many ladies, lovely, bright,
Watch the stars in dark of night.
Millions out there, souls rejoice!
Listen for that pretty voice.

How do I describe THE ONE?
Witty, pretty, lots of fun.
She has a mind and does not curse,
She loves the Lord, the Universe.

I'm not afraid to be unique,
I'm patient in the one I seek,
knowing that the time is near,
when Juliet is who I hear.

Love is niether true,
nor is it fake.

It is simply natural
for it to be
or not to be.

What it becomes
after trying
and or not trying,

Is the question of what Love
truely is
or isn't.

tonight ima becme Superman til my last breath i'll
be your side lyk a shadow so tak my hand my darling
angel n we'll blast through tha glass dance up in tha moonlight
n stars cuz all i wann do is stare in those pretty eyes

guys may bring you tears but I'm here wipe away dem
from your lonely eyes I promise to fight away your fears
cuz dey aint want nuna dis cuz girl I'm goin crazy so will
you call me your Superman

tonight ima becme Superman til my last breath i'll
be your side lyk a shadow so tak my hand my darling
angel n we'll blast through tha glass dance up in tha moonlight
n stars cuz all i wann do is stare in those pretty eyes

hold hands bt wat would you do wen no is left to catch
you n all you is me girl I'm yours cuz I wana b your Superman
I would b thur even wen you giv me tha cold shoulder
or wen you become so bold I'll always forgive
cuz I'll love lyk nobody else

tonight ima becme Superman til my last breath i'll
be your side lyk a shadow so tak my hand my darling
angel n we'll blast through tha glass dance up in tha moonlight
n stars cuz all i wann do is stare in those pretty eyes

To her... my writing is scripture, my speech is epiphany, my music is the sound that our souls dream of when they sleep... To her... my eyes are crystal balls foreshadowing the future of the world, my lips are the eyelid of the sun, my ears are black holes attracting everything that passes it by to the hidden cosmos of my mind... To her... my touch is her heart beat, my scent is her oxygen, and the taste of my tongue is her risk and reward for eating from the tree of knowledge... To her... my strength is a weakness without control therefore she remains fragile in hopes to prevent me from ever losing balance within myself... To her... my anger is molten magma yet she stays for from its charred remains are the most fertile soils made... and she'd rather go hungry today in order to garden a purer food4thought tomorrow than she sought as nourishment yesterday... To her... I am always more than I am and never less than I was... To her... even my most hurtful words are received with Love... To her... enough is never enough... almost is never most all... and everybody else is an impossible comparison to you and I... To her... want to do's are yet to do's, should have done's are couldn't have done's, and need to do's are in the process of being done... To her... I am the one, I am the single addition that can continually take her to infinity, the complimentary 180 to her straight-line identity that allows us to reach 360 degrees, the focal point from which our disc rocks and tilts creating at its axis the spherical swirl of our own personal world that she has prenamed Passion's Paradise... To her... my dreams are her dreams and her dreams are my visions that keep me awake at night in thought of how genuinely I desire and jus_what I can do to make them become Truth... To her... I am the lock box to her heart, the combination to her soul, the secret password to her inner chambers from which she has the power to create life... (pause)... I am to her, jus_what she is to me... an unpronouncable word that only diety's speak... and even when they do, they whisper it as to not taint the pureness that has jus_spilled forth from their lips... jus_for the sake of her... for to her... innocence is not ignorance and life's lessons bring you closer to the joy of childhood rather than take you father from it... for to her... opposite ends are perfect compliments that create a balance from which no one can fall and all can rise... for to her... the world still exists pure, ripe, untouched and unplucked from the finest garden of the heavens... for in her... Hope, Faith and Love still reside bravely, bruiseless, blameless... for in her... I find a spirit chosen as the one to be pleasured with the first bite of forever...!!!