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When a woman is a window open upon your soul don't hesitate embrace the elation mate your fair fortunes enjoy the heartfelt melting boundless between you let this twin skin of love entwine your desires in soft spun sun fire shine weaving both of your worlds for a while into one | ||
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Let us lick the feather of living together and let it loft us looping into love For we all need a champion companion a first rate soul mate who won't hesitate to launch head and heart first into the best or the worst The choosy will lose and the timid plummet but the timely will tickle the tail of the coveted comet of love | ||
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Now I know just what I'll do I'll take your hand and float down to the lonely waking lake where phosphorescent fishes break the surface of the new lagoon to feed you from a golden spoon with knowledge of the Sun and Moon And when I know just what to say you'll take our thoughts and sail away while we sing a tangent tune that decodes the riddle rune of Life | ||
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Magnets concealed sets that attract distract and when mismatched repel an undefined force irresistible snare of caring the magic of imagination that unbinds obstacles and upsets stacks of odds in order to effect that short convulsion of fusion that yokes us to the universe | ||
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We were far apart but equally distant spinning and spiraling ever outward from the explosion of birth until our star flung arms encountered our searching fingers and the gravity of our thoughts attracted us tightly and for now we are one. Yet we are still moving and the force of love though chosen together may, for its own purpose send us in new and ever growing never slowing directions until, with our circles complete we meet ourselves in each other | ||
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I relax inside you engulfed by the warmth and wet scent of new beginnings What life beats in one that cannot grow in the soil of our spirits? It is then I realize that the chasm of identities which some try to bridge with flesh becomes invisible and vanishes with understanding I do not fear it I welcome you we shall soar or sink as one and I sleep gently aware in the arms of our life | ||
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Tantalies She moves with me and the tandem emotions we generate embrace a passing flock of sensations and invite them to nestle in our hands and eyes and hair and thighs kindling warmths where once was bare earth kindling love where soon there will be ashes | ||
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You yearn for a map of the future to steer you through the crazed maze of meeting a mate The gap that you fear to fill The waiting that wants to be still you wish it would be simple: a lover who will anticipate your unrealistic and unsophisticated playboy portrait But let me ask Where will you find someone who seeks such a self-demeaning task? and should you succeed soon shall you see how short-lived are such shallow fascinations | ||
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I read the letters that say: "please love me because no one else can, really, or wants to take the time." But I see the effects of pressing realities when she says: "Don't touch me." or "Let me be myself." but I am hers. The implied responsibility frightens her and her fear of love and being loved turns to embarrassed anger and fierce, exaggerated individualism. She cannot see that to give love you need not sacrifice your "self," only be yourself. I do not touch out of possessive uncontrollable sexual desire, | I touch with wonder, and with my eyes, to feel and be warmed by the fragile and unique flame of another human being. That gives my touch tenderness lest both our lights be snuffed by the careless airless breath of Demand. Yet two candles joined give more light than one. I do not ask that she fulfill me with her love, just that she take it out of hiding and devote as much time to living with her love as she and as many others who are cowed by security, would drive her to becoming famous | |||
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or popular or any of the other passing desires considered paramount to love. For it does not just happen, you must strive toward it with gentle fervor and active purpose. And so, once again thoughtful, I blink away the tears of confusion and begin to love anew. For she has a different face each day and her eyes confirm our love | ||
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Two people have tried for too years to be together They touched in many tiny memorable ways neither can bear to say good bye because they truly have come to love the comfort of caresses, the holiness of having held the closest happiness It seems senseless to say "nevermore" when side by side they silenced mountains with their appreciative sighs why then can't we see | again the first hope that helped us past these petty semantics that now, unignored, shout to separate us Please let us place our priorities on what is precious and necessary to our lives Why waste time weeping alone? | |||
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I don't know where you have left me, but it is too far from my heart I lingered too long tenderly lulled by your well played part now dormant dreams not forgotten lure me to another false start I sense myself a stranger standing out in time Who could foresee the danger when the challenge was so sublime? It is only another aspect that feels these phrases deep we kneel together in neglect no promises to keep | ||
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I mourned your passing briefly like the shadow of the sparrow from the dark into tomorrow a feathered arrow passing through my heart a shaft of sun urging me to start to know myself again to show my hand again briefly, briefly till the grief of many passings parts its wings laughing leaving lightless sorrow everlasting till tomorrow still tomorrow passes mourning in the wake of time again | ||
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in response to a chronic fit of relaxation, I am celebrating my first easter day by making lunch out of the can of tuna fish which you left me a year ago in the instrumental episode which marked the downfall of our acquaintance and took place on an island Now, in the mountains, listening to the Agnus Dei and absorbing both Marcel Du Champ and Leonardo Da Vinci from an electric blanket I rise | ||