Music’s song

I listen to music
I remember days, New
Saddle blankets, dusty gear
Sweet straw under beauty’s feet

The air mocks days in duster and hat
Rain popping on felt
I feel the wetness on my cheek
I’m in love with this moment

I listen to music and I remember
Tents and campfires
Horses sleeping, breathing in time
With the frogs on mossy rocks

There is no heaven after death
Heaven is what we find
Random gifts
I’ve come to believe
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Posted: Mar 30
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What

What path is taken
Cannot be taken back
And footprints mark
And wash away
Like memories we thought
Would be remembered
A journal always open
Better left blank
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Posted: Dec 23, 2017
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Don’t read if you’re a prude

On cold nights
My pu**y is the hearth
c*m by the fire
The embers burn
In colors that illuminate your form
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Posted: Nov 28, 2017
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He

He took a puff
Turned his head to me
Leaned in and
Exhaled into my mouth
He said “give me your tongue “. I did
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Posted: Dec 21, 2017
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Long fingers

He has long fingers
I handed him a guitar
He played by ear
My moans, his sweet melody
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Posted: Dec 9, 2017
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Imperfections

You love me so much
If only I didn’t do this or that
I’d be perfect
Your perfect
Unfortunately, I like imperfections
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Posted: Dec 8, 2017
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There’s usually

There’s usually
A hand to touch
If you’re standing in line
Or, side by side
Touch it
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Posted: Nov 30, 2017
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Wants

I want to be
The Velcro strip
That attaches to your Velcro parts
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Posted: Nov 28, 2017
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I

I want to be
The Velcro strip
That attaches to
Your Velcro parts
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Posted: Nov 28, 2017
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Water

The water tickled
Her flesh
As she stepped deeper
Into the lake
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Posted: Nov 28, 2017
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Blank paper

I had left a love note
Written in invisible ink
If his heart’s flame could
Reveal the text
It would say “I love you”
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Posted: Nov 27, 2017
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What comes

What comes is not expected
And expectations
Fall short of
Reality
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Posted: Nov 25, 2017
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