Marble Heart

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Heart of mine
sheds shards of tears
from the pain of wanting you
leaving cracks in the veined marble
where our tender love once grew
but now a mass of etched
ecstasy stained
stone.

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Drowning Narcissus

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Drowning in a sea of sensuous pleasure,
looking only at your prized reflection,
little Narcissus flower
now, forever bound are you
to the side of this mirroring pool.

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Smooth

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Life’s retrospection
collected like smooth pebbles
from a riverbed
I lay on the grassy shore
listening to soft lapping

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Falling

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Alone in this peaceful space
with only my spirited thoughts
forbidden luscious flowers tempting
my life breathing light and free
my inner passions set loose, unleashed.

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Rusted Memories (one-bun)

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Rusted memories…

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In Truth

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In truth, what is love?
 
Is it a broken soul pleading for help
locked in a prison they created?
Or a shadowy figure standing in darkness
beckoning to you, yes, come here, to me
Do you give your heart and your light?

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Quiet Nakedness

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Here in my garden, there is peace; there is a quiet stillness. I sit, with pencil and stark white paper, writing. Baring my naked soul for all who read to see. My sorrows, my hopes, my dreams, my downfalls. A butterfly flutters by, landing on the lemon tree. Nearby, a statue of David in all his nude glory, stands sentinel. Venus is here on her pedestal, baring her stark white breasts to the sun. Here, I am unclad; my soul laid open in this sacred sanctuary. For each day I write, I disclose more and more of my true essence. The passion in me roars for acknowledgement, for understanding. Someone to listen and realize, to know me better than I know myself. In this tranquil garden, is the beginning of my true nakedness.

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