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Love/A Sunday Afternoon

I reached for her eyes and tried to tell her,

“I don’t want any of this:
Not the smoke-I want clarity and now;
not the liquor-it makes everything less

I do not even want your body,
though a lovely body, so full of glass promises.
I would have your wild-bird soul,
to hold for a while and caress into sleepy trust.

I would rather know you
than to know the planes, hollows and soft-secret
places of your body; all are very much the same
and easily memorized.

Let’s not hear the sounds of passion
through a haze of smoke and drink
Let’s run in the sunlight and laugh with children
maybe even fly a kite.

Besides,
it will be night soon enough;
for now let the day breezes....”

But I only smiled
and never spoke...

Love Song (without music)

This should be
my last love letter to you
the last song without music

To tell you
I’ve outgrown the games
we’ve played for so long

My last sad song
so ready for sunshine
and the things so long denied

Soul-sick and tired
of one night stands
and smiling in mornings

But I can’t
or won’t tell you no
by now you know the truth

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