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A Dream Moment Over Coffee As You Were Reading Across The Room

it is a great life we live-
the weathering of a man
the patina of woman
it is a great life we love-

this is the shimmering,
the seasoning of days,
spices from stardust which
salted this fertile earth-

who knew a planet was
filled with savor?
who knew love would
spin from nothing to everything?
universes in a glance
of Irish green-

the Whirlwind has found
her place to nest in my head-
twirling is something
invoked with a kiss.

it is a great life we live
you and i,
spinning, tumbling, billowing then
crashing against the stone
into cool salty spray
thinning, becoming, blue, gone.

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Hades

there is this place we hideaway
hidden beneath a thicket
of golden brambles and
beams of star light

dancing sun shards
peer in and
cut us deep pink embers-
wounds yield,
kissed by Passion’s flame-

what of knowing Paradise
only to be cast away- as Lucifer
laments, his punishment, too severe-

Hell would be me
never being able
to find my way
back here to you

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be loved

i love her in ways
i struggle to comprehend.
phathom, for a moment, her
emerald eyes. castaways all
gaze into the heavens, as night
falls around their solitary isle.

they all peer into silent
skies the same, mouth agape-
shoulders slumped forward, hoping those
lost to the mainland will catch
reflections in the pulsing
light of the same star

if we could touch, just once,
in the immense Black,

the waves lap listlessly against
Beautiful shores, where coconuts
litter and tiny crabs burrow
and the lonely man shuffles through
palms fronds and driftwood, the
ache of a two-sided heart
beating for Himself, while
living for his Other.

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