Whisper in your ear
Catch you
Hold you
Dream you
That bitter warming feeling
Wine leaks into me
Numbs that crushing day
Each sip
Each glass
Begs more
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I want a
Potato
I don’t care if
Microwaved
Baked
Grilled
Soaked in oil
And crispy
Steaming hot can you smell?
Loaded
Butter
Sour cream
Fake bacon bits
Chives
Spicy chili
Filling the top
A creamy tasty potato
Adventure
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Wrap you into my dreams
hold you close into this night
alone we sleep
together we dream
together in moon light
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You are in my thoughts
hand in hand on the beach
matching footprints in the sand
Wave tossed foam tugs our feet
Stealing our footprints
Seagulls call
pelicans float
Bikini clad youth parade
Bermuda clad men dream
Sun kissed skin
Wind teased hair
Evening softened breeze cools
Blanket in the still warm sand
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That moment
opening your pants
That first button opened
Slow hesitation then
Seperating fantasy reality
Truth in dreams
As we took moments
Giving to trust
Lost as desire
succumb to another’s touch
Remember how your breath stopped
Your eyes
Dreams become truth
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I tried to remember my
Dream
Yours Words fade
Your touch drifts to dawn
Your scent lost in mornings breeze
Soft moment between night and truth
Clutch that moment before wake alone
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I dreamt a secret
In the night
I and
You
Across listless
Deserts sands
Nights creatures
Parts of you shed
Cast away
Dreams
Sadness
Loss
Regrets
Those parts you forget
I found each
Reflections of you
Small bits
Parts of the whole
Little secrets
I saved each
Hidden away
Protecting you
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This is for when you wake
each moment is you
each dream you have is life
each wish is spoken in the wind
as you are is you
moments of time
fleeting words
distant touch
that moment when you smile
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I keep you tucked in this little box
No jewelsNo gold trim
No lace
Just wood polished smooth by touch
Unsaid words
All the stray thoughts
Lost moments
When you first said..
When you..
That time..
A raining morning lost in bed
When day drags long
My mind pulls you close
Quite momentsYou
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