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Between ...the shores
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As
With life
the waters
churn between us
i try filling in the spaces
with errands, i assign myself
letters written, some never sent
all trying to appear cheerful
to mask the tears, my longings
so strongly affected, my resolve
a sense of trust, reassurances
an unshaken confidence
being there, still sure
all, to little effect
against the real
hunger pangs
of haunting
loneliness
for which
there is
no cure
memories
of all of you
warm embraces,
persistent ...kisses
screams of passion
which i cannot erase
a love scent hovering
still hanging in the air
your lips, your tongue,
your legs, your breasts
more, still calming me
in soft, soothing sounds
the persistent loving gaze
conversing, in loving words
i so long to hear, once more
as we pause to catch our breath,
laughing together, blowing kisses,
without even a word, remembering
even tough times, even as i sleep,
calling out to you, continuously
tossing and turning... though,
here i stand, triumphant
warrior, priest... man
with a temple guardian
for our love, complete with...
your essence, sweetly scented,
gifts, internal candle flame
burning blood of my heart
in silent contemplation
after long suffering,
of endless days
extended
hours
on guard,
returning ...fast,
as i can, coming back again
at last along the final leg
...of the journey home,
mind bending arcs
to distant shores,
following in the echoes
each ripple of waves
in the recurrent
loving thoughts
of you, launched in
cycles of perpetual flashbacks
...enthralled in the throes
of anticipation
As i swerve
from the most direct course,
seeking a tasty treat,
for a ritual breakfast toast
invitations accepted in my mind
as we, together meet... for
a source of provisionment
a meditative blend
of sustenance
along the
back roads
Taken from
real subliminal
excursions, quick
stopping, for supplies
at a local breakfast shop,
shopping for a few items...
as you are with me, i am...
loving you, even from afar
as i beacon you to join me,
in a photographic paradise
eagerly coming to surface
to your heartbeat rhythm,
strumming drumbeats,
pounding beats fresh
as our sweeping
motions, merge,
in converging
locking into
an array of
auto erotic
acrobatics
Niagra falls
and Old Faithful
Geysers of frenzied
emotions, pounding flesh
rushing like the storm surge,
of the restless ocean as always,
eyes locked as we begin to dip, slide
within a shared pool of wetness,
keeping us, always fresh...
coming back for more,
each time and time again
seeking to restore the balance
Giving my best efforts not to slip
...losing my grip,upon your mind,
upon your hips Yes, we do...
Employ such measures,
to bring us... each,
together again...
with greater joy
in knowing
at depth,
dear to
my heart
...you will
always
be my
...treasure...
...ship...
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