The secret of a rose’s blossom hides in its every breath
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There goes the best part of me A bee cries, losing his stinger Long held at the ready I give it away Exposed innards Font a forever river to the sea A menthol balm attends the open wound
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Why did they forgo the spice in the mystical concoction? Milky smooth holding the bitter The food burns with taste My mouth aches to remember A sip, ah, rekindles the embers
Indian Hot Tea
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Giving you my heart That you may play with it like a kitten Sink your claws into its fuzzy chord Pounce and gnaw at it just for fun Embrace it with forepaws while kicking it with hind legs Reduce its responsive tautness to a scatter of thread And, should you blink, realizing you are caught in its tangle Snip, snip, snip
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Fragile Mouth Easy Grace Let lips see what eyes taste
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Art is Valentine’s Day Easy to make a card Hard to give my heart
Art is Valentine’s Day
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Top down lights off beauty aloft skirt tight lips glossed shades on flouting as if the sun were shining oh, it really is
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My love How can my love be true While I am not true to myself
The Long Goodbye
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I reluctantly accept myself Crotchety father reluctantly embracing gay son swallowing private tears farewell society and cherished hopes for this
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Without, the old storm dooms Within, the wee soul blooms