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February 14th

I felt you
from the second chord;
saw you between the sheets
of music;
a familiar beat
still stuck in my head.

We love like a poem
with all the right alliteration,

bend and sway
with the wind;
words trapped in psyches,
syllables tumbling,
dancing

through the layers of us.

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Symmetry of Petal and Soul

I.
Awaken to a yellow sun
smiling daffodil lips
penetrating layers of spring
on a honeysuckle morning,
strumming love notes
into sentences;
dandelion fluff dancing
to dust in our tresses.

II.
We lie ‘neath the willow
conversing in pretty adjectives
trading pink petals
for three little words,
falling back upon forget-me-nots-
blue and forgiving,
like constellations colliding
within the irises of our eyes.

III.
Blanket, basket,
bouquets of marigolds
in scent of summer
under shadow of birch,
glasses bubbling over
stumbling on my words
caught up in your gaze;
limbs bend, curve
to the shape of a heart;
in a silhouette of us.

~

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Love Letter #62: After the Sorrow

I left you wildflowers
every day in December,

but, thirty-one days is not long enough
to define the softness of your smile,
the gentleness
that lies within your spirit,

your love without condition,
even after the sorrow
rains upon your intentions
each time heads turn; fall
into the arms of another.

I sing psalms each evening
before my head hits the pillow,
but words are not enough
to love you;

to show you my heart.

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Twenty-Eight Days of Adjectives

I felt you slip away
in january winds-

watched birds
gathering twigs
for your fortress
out of heartbeat’s
range,

but, we still reverberate

(( love. ))

In your absence,

bells chime
in the distance.

~
~~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 31.
I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but was determined to finish

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Love Letter #61: Red

There are two days remaining
then where shall I fly?
Your words are still on my lips
stained red and forgiven.
I see them drop like flies
when I speak your name,
but you have seen this too
and fell, striped, thorned
without even a rose left
soft upon your skin
so why should I blink an eye,
here, in this dark realization
as I awaken,
soft hearted, like you,

beaten,
but not broken

~
~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 31.
I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind.

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Surrender

There is a tremble in
2:00 a.m. quietude;
thunder when there is no storm,
weeping in the wake of senses,
a sweet song in the wind

and a fragrance of flowers
in the midst of prayer.

I see waves of consciousness
in the flutter of lashes
to the name lips murmur
when hope trickles

and we are forced to face
the truth.

~
~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 29.

I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind.

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Last Dance

The light shifts, flickers,
spins its web ‘round her tresses,
blushes whispers between them;

lips connecting the dots,
pulling close the tendrils
that encompass sanguine attempts
at something that looks like love,

but tastes a little like regret
sprinkled with powdered puffs
of last night’s perfume

to make impossible taste sweet.