Tag Archives: Love

Strings

04-20-2014 I say “Christ!” and I do mean it! That all that’s lovely to splitting nerves, throbs them to a groaning pain in the heights and apexes of their delight; So, beauty follows the form of Love – so rich … Continue reading

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Call It ‘Grace’

04-13-2014 Here an unplucked bud, friskily curved, whispers breathing in my attentive ear to drink from the Euphrates, or the Amazon. But drink fast, first a sea of rose, or gin, To task with unbinding that prick within, Of prying … Continue reading

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On a Waning Gibbous

03/21/2014 Oh, how this pretty moon can pull at a man’s heart, o’er here in Wisconsin; as much as ebb the North Sea away from the sandy shores of Holland, and draw her back again, to a drowning! That selfsame … Continue reading

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Mid-March

03-13-2014 She had to come, for one last icy touch upon my skin – – to cut a quiet chill through my awakening flesh – and turn, slowly away deliberately growing smaller to my senses more behemoth to my soul … Continue reading

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Daisy Fingertips

01/14/14 (-02/27/14) As waking from a dream, touched upon my skin airy petals drawing lovely lines along subtle veins; caressing my heart with light whispers hinting without hinting what joy may come unhindered letting go. Hope finds expression here – … Continue reading

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Touch

02-01-2014 Warmth that penetrates a dreary chill, calls to mind a hope of things once known as children knowing love, kindness, joy; which leaping from your soul as an arc plants this subtle, electrifying pulse at the center of my … Continue reading

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Elapse

01-06-2014 I step outside on this morning into air as thin as nothing, some forty-five degrees below zero, when it moves. It moves. Ice forms casually, like an assuming guest, upon my beard and mustache idly tilted ground-ward on this … Continue reading

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