Acrostic Pt. 3
Varnished muscles doa little more than makenudity easier to grasp.Images not made by meslowly become memory,history has a way ofinnocently erasing whatnudists wear when itgoes from hot to cold.While a...
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Hanging around, she is edging closer to me, she has remarkable eyes. They move, numbing me in their intense aura, who is this lady, this maiden of words so sweet? even if she said, I couldn't hear...
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Taking time to enjoy life, how hale and perfect it sounds ears to the trunk of tall oaks bridging me to the bright blue sky, elbows scraped by it's tough skin, simple logic tells me, it isn't so...
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Ink stains, the black and blue fingers which spell this time. Your hands hold my last words on a taunt hope I will find you under the stars tonight, and wincing when I think harder about enduring this...
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Blue birds always seem afar leaving always leaving, singing to everyone else, but not a single song for those who love them, selling their rights, selling to the lowest bidder, natures way to help...
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Pleat my pants, I am going undercover ask me nothing, I have too much to do in this rogue beginning, the lion of naked winter always dresses up in the summertime.
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Drizzling guilt drips slowly acts of my longer day's journey, nimble as I am to escape, casual relations beg for me everyone loves a chance to touch me over the wide river, a woman waves frantically,...
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Waken, the birds do sing, I have heard them mimic those long withdrawl howls and those longer screams of lonesomeness you have been scrapping your knees on the gravel driveway, there just under the...
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Dressing up, she would make me her own, just through her face she shows, nudge her and she will play her best not quite ready to go smile. She seems a pleasant enough lady as she winks and wanders to...
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Treble is high, I like that noise in my ear, heaven is just by the next portal, they said, earlier I had a visit from a far away creature. Feasting on my earwax, the coal bin fell, reclaimed as dust I...
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A serendipitous moment touched me in warm crests of sound, pulsing in hummingbird time heard to moments I longed for like a melody for the interior of my heart, beating in a rythm when she writes I am...
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Every time I hear you speak, noting how the winds have changed, damning all who dare, like me to obstinately disagree, we follow but not on the same trail See, the whole time you spoke under those...
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As your silence indicates, fleeting friendships are just latent means of going alone and ringing the bells of tacit relief. Take me whole or inject your demeanor, rear your face where I enjoy seeing...
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Tempers flared, another segment of theall american family moving toward a leaking seperation, pouring under kitchen cabinets and out back doors.To a solitary soul, it would appear,oddly enough, as a...
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Including the last bastion of words andmemories given to frequent outings of self, I gave up knowing more than thenuances of being in me about you that Ifigured you wouldn't see before I wasable to...
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Mending my ways with mismatched thread,Yarn skeins in drab colors hang soggy in the rain.Vast arrays of browns, grays are nowavailable in the void of brighter hues.Coupled with dull needles that...
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Which window do you look out of,excitement printed in chromatic mein,nobel yet connected in dew and drizzle, breaking the lines you drew thatend just before you breakNot that I doubt you,early returns...
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Maybe everything I have known is ignorance,all teachers weren't talking with their mouthskept open, mumbling, turning their vows toindicate they are putting us at risk to be nothing more than idiots,...
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Resonating in earthy voices, memoriesexist to create a prize when one iscoping with another round of melancholy.Opening on a vine, hung where my bodynudges itself awake, turning off anynuisances, like...
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Letting you in on a little secret, rains that mist are innocence lost. Resonating in your eccentricies, original, a woman who captures scenes where she not only dances, but cues all to nip life in the...
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Yonder is the green river reflected in anoff white moon, meanderer that she is,utter her name, Luna, she pours herselfkissing a sky drawn on my hand, overevery kept secret, every kink in her...
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