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Evading their ongoing tragedies
Forty summers spent down in the dirt Withstanding the weight of apocalypse Emerging; though slightly less overt
Blast furnace of the afternoon sun Dali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shores Pale riders within unabsorbed light Embracing purity through perception’s doors
The paint of our secret love notes But can only be read through the keyhole Shying away from all public renditions Her passionate words left imprinted on my soul
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Quiet relief from the heat of day A respite from the din of voices The quell in an otherwise doldrum way
Taking time to breathe the stirred air
Before the winds turn into a squall The disruption of bored stagnation The afternoon not so quiet after all
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A dancing, twirling girl
Caught up in the bedglow Free from the concerns A proper lady to surely know Chamber chorus versus Jazz She couldn’t guess where I’d be That’s what kept us apart Improvisational styles she couldn’t see Cocktails in the early afternoon She liked her whiskey neat A traditional, proper beauty But couldn’t meet when it came to the sheets Striking poses within silhouettes Admittedly swooning from my words A wry smile & another sip We sit naked, listening to ‘Trane & Bird Like this: Like Loading...
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Picturesque; popular version of perfection
Flawlessly designed for an afternoon tryst But there’s something broken in her smile It appears her panties are in a twist
Few could have complaints on her form
With that yoga toned & sculpted derrière Feeding on kale & interweb attention But her soul smelled more like dairy air Like this: Like Loading...
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Disquieted moments in the afternoon
These Springtime rays have a golden hour Reflecting youth into my weary eyes The reassuring notion of dreampower
Yet gone are the mornings we woke afresh
Our mortal flesh reeling down on Earth Life; the thorn in the side of this existence Internal fire requires our souls a wider berth
The slings & arrows shall never fully hinder
For love always eventually finds a way Darkness cannot extinguish the sun This truth discovered by the piercing light of day Like this: Like Loading...
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Another rainy afternoon
I’m just your normal kinda dude Yet, I’m feelin’ rather confined For, it’s too cold to do my chores in the nude
But I’ll persevere anyway
Sometimes dedication is all we can hold A robust attitude to lead us Life is more exciting when you’re bold Like this: Like Loading...
“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
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