Sundown brings on the reduced heat
Wind whispering to sail with the tides
Vapors tread quietly upon the feet
Decisions enter & thoroughly abide
Lonely bird settles down on the rails
Experience brings on a sullen glow
We cannot escape when life fails
Currents grip & provide the undertow
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Skipping & trying to dodge this oppressive heat
Dreaming I’m far away on the distant shore
A hundred years ago with sand burning my feet
I wish to be scantily clad, sipping a daiquiri & nothing more Like this: Like Loading...
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I want to dance with you
But I only have two left feet I want to grasp you tightly Hoping for our lips to meet
I wish to serenade you
But I cannot carry a tune My words falter & flutter With feeble hopes to croon
I’m not good enough
To fake or impress you much But I’ll love you forever With every word & every touch Like this: Like Loading...
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” – William Butler Yeats
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Securely sheltered in your castle
He makes sure you’re secluded Always firmly safe from all harm Obviously he’s benignly deluded
The loneliness still quietly invades
The walls upward of 10 feet high Locks, bolts & your skeleton keys Helpless against memories of a guy
Your suburban paradise glitters
But you’d rather be alive instead Perfection laid at your feet, but The punk of your youth isn’t dead Like this: Like Loading...
My love resembles
A smattering of prose
Lady, I beg you
Won’t you touch those toes?
I’ll create any dream you like
Stories, poems or tales
Infatuation lingering now
Smitten with all you avail
I wish for your subtle tease
But I can’t handle your stare
I’ll write anything you please
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The curtains rose gently
Caught in the morning breeze
An undisputed beauty
My heart soaring above the trees
Our feet sore from the dancing
Closest to perfection I ever saw
All the while her lips were sealed
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