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I woke to the sound of bird-call. The clock told me it was eight-thirty, that’s late for me. I turned to see an empty pillow, he’s up. I had better get up, he’ll be waiting for me in the kitchen, no doubt. He must have snuck out of bed, he usually wakes me. Oh well, I was getting on a bit, I deserved a lie in now and then. I’d had a good sleep; I was feeling happy, today was going to be a good day. As I entered the kitche...

I feel you moving with me; In my arms you slowly kiss me; In my ear, you softly tell me, How much you really miss me; Then I reach for you, my sweet, And find that you're not with me; It's just another dream of how it ought to be.

Can I steal away with you into the quiet night? Make love with sweet abandon till dawn's early morning light? Can we hold each other close, forget the world outside?Knowing one unto the other, having nothing left to hide? Can I tell you, darling, that my love for you is true?Will you finally share with me that you love me, too? 

Oh, Vodka!How I pine for thee.For a man with no money,cannot drink his Lady!I miss your burn,your delicate palate,that crack as the bottle opens.I miss the intoxicating aroma,and the weight of the glass.It always starts the same:I wash my glass,then pour my Lady.When I pick up the glass,I hold it to my lips,slowly tilt,and breathe you in.You suffuse my being,warming me,making love to me.That first sip,I just let lingeron...

Love is inexplicable, inextricable,Juices made ever trickleable,Kisses trail down our bodies,lingering on lips, which tingle forever,moans exchanged in a chorus of love,as pure and unblemished as a snow-white dove.Love is infinite, as is its power,if you don't have love, you'll forever glower. My Kitten and I, we love one another,for us, there is no other.'Neath a tree, we shall be married together forever, our souls fulf...

No One Said Goodbye

an anti war love poem

While I was kissing you,far away, a bomb came through the roof,where a family eating soupsplashed blood against the wallsalong with bowls and spoons and bonesand splintered chairs,and I was holding you beneath me,while men and women ran down streetsaway from fire, flying bricks and glassand you were moaning,reaching for my hairand couldn’t hear the screams rising through the smoke and ashwhile sirens shrieked,and I was lo...

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