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Writing To Michael
I wrote a letter beneath the shimmering lights of the season,not to a holiday icon, hoping for granted wishes,but to a familiar name,that has never had a face attached,but feels like a match,by blood,or by spirit,I could never tell which. I have written a letter to the man who shares my surname.We could be related,or…
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Dinner Date
Your cultivation of my attention was swift, and somewhat impressive.Blinding,bad,better,bold,it was dangerous to dine with you. I hated to be your dinner date,because your hands would rule a Kingdom under the table,and I was a persecuted subject,tormented,tortured,toyed with,torrid. Struck by the sudden sweetness of your stare,I begin to wonder if I am in trouble,or if…
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Winter Morning
Leaves wave from the almost bare branches,and though I am barely awake,I am through with the day already.The sky is a grey grimace,glowering down at me,giving attitude that I don’t deserve,because we’re both getting going on a day that doesn’t promise us much.
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Answer
Like a sheet of ice at sea,I shattered,surrounded by your warm embrace,my sense, replaced by sentimental midsummer madness,in the middle of winter,waiting for your answer. You held me,like the ocean holds weathered ships,gentle but uncertain,your eyes, half closed as the clock struck twelve,and you leaned down,without a word,without warning,kissing your answer onto my fevered forehead.
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Rainfall
It started as a shower and became a cyclone.I waited and waited,whirling through the war that I waged when you weren’t looking.It was a rare moment of solitude,because I’d lived under your looking glass for a long time,long admired and long suffering,because you like dark haired girls, with dark eyes that hold dark secrets. Pure…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 