I wonder when I wander onto Here any way/

photo-Caroline Hernandez/ Unsplash

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I wonder when I wander onto
Here any way/
Station platform stand to train onto
Station platform stand/
I wonder of when I heartily love
Away/ After
These twistedsheet reveries of
Just her laughter./

At home
Ought I love two caught cats who coax it?/
Am I above the jokes let loose to see;
Just bourne best bet internet pornoetry?/
At home
I have to love cavemancave wall art,
Especially the spectres there.

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  • adjective 1. happening by accident or chance rather than design
    Right Off The Shadow
photo- “Right Off The Shadow” g.r.melvin

When whispered, these kisses,
Fortuitous, but, for the most part,
Stay imaginary, yet not useless,
Stay & not start,

I will wear Hope’s
Clandestine cloaks
& will not fear openly for the most part.

It’s Right there in declining light/ Right off the shadow
Where I’ll cooly, I coddle our heart.

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“And this is the simple truth,that to live is to feel oneself lost”
Soren Kierkegaard

photo-https://pixabay.com/illustrations/lake-sea-water-whale-mermaid-1429655/

“..Just a beer light to guide us..” — David Bowie
“And this is the simple truth — that to live is to feel oneself lost”
— Soren Kierkegaard

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A trance makes its appearance

and placid lakes pull fog tight,

perfect light performs subtle sonatas

for dance,

for ponderance

tucked not very loud in a cloud.

And I guess I’ll catch my own drift.

here

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(found in an old folder 50 yrs ago)

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“To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.”

~ Gilbert K Chesterton

photo-mine

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no real explanation here but image; right after both a spatter to a splotch of gushing blood from a severe lip wound

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She doesn’t live in Iceland. She’s outside of Bucharest.

I like you, but we’re at odds/
So what yr god’s cock goes on and on past my god’s/
If my god’s pussy was less sympathetic, less compassionately sympathetic-
She’s splittin’ you like a pile of sticks

But it ain’t like that, man/ she coo/
Shakti just flows; she frees us actually/you even too/
Waiting is crucial; we wait for it all
To spill like water over rock/ our rocks

I’ve searched most of my sixty-four years for her/
Though some have seen silhouettes of what they thought was her/
Though some suggest she’s all about Iceland/
She doesn’t live in Iceland. She’s outside of Bucharest.

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He motioned to her sofa, “I can make a bed up”

Zinaida Evgenievna Serebryakova — Reclining nude portrait of Nevedomskaya

He motioned to her sofa
“I can make a bed up”
She could say, “you’ve come a long way,”
“Now, don’t interrupt; follow me the rest.”

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Her stairs started to heaven.
She fell back, and her robe opened
I didn’t undress. I couldn’t misspend/
I won’t misspend one drop of evening/
(One drop of semen.)

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I’d fall hard/ toward the floor/
And breathe in her lushness.
Finally, I can kiss her tummy.
I love her laugh-starting sound/
Yum. I trail down

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A poem

photo-Gabby K from Pexels

My funny anglophile,
Honeychile,
I’m sure you could fit as British
I’m sure that could be one big hat
You could wear in yr garden for tea

It’s a cliché’
But porcelain
Is the crayon I’d use for yr skin.

It’s not the naughty tickle that gets you grinning
When I kiss yr creamy creamy belly,
You forget that it calls with capitol B Beauty.

When I kiss yr bum & backside,
You ignore that it’s more than yr backthere backside.

When I explore yr inner arm, yr inner leg,
All yr inners, Inner faces,
Now you know new inner secret places,
New, even to you, you nude alabaster
.& you pray I’ll stay slow
but oh
you go
“go faster”.

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“True Story” by G

I’m new to this game. & “new” can mean I just came but “new” should be a sure sign, I’m shiny