an early frost

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lobomao
lobomao
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Wind writhing wild wall flowers
Fresh picked crisp cut in secret garden stares
Hidden passions still stay on stayman poised
Ready reaching for one last tender touch
Thus with a kiss they die as I as I
Never came poison from a sweeter place
As betraying open wide wounds bitter harvest
Of yeast and semen and sap and spit
O happy dagger cutting root stem
Offerings up of new seasons growth
Spring’s sudden poetic frost such strange snow
Lay a cold blanket over all we know

I to bed of my love’s lips;
Exit in a kiss I say good bye
A poor parting gift for parts I played
Stayed and staid by side by side
Or snuggled up tight warm woven places
Truer than a knot was then am I even
An ever ready heart to pass it on to
Willing and whiling my self beside you smiling
A smile behind you to guide your way
To give you all I had to give in let go
I loved you whole you loved me half
You love to live like I loved to laugh

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lindianalindianaabout 18 years ago
Lovely

I do love the thoughts and sentiments expressed but I believe you meant 'stamen' where you had 'stayman'.

And this line, "I to bed of my love’s lips;", seems to be missing something.

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