I watch you play in the garden of time
idling between the gaps of years...

MY FARAWAY HOME
Crisp afternoon breeze mirrors a happy home...

I miss you in the morning,
when all I have left is...

The night has come again. Pheromone-filled...
Clad in suspenders and a steamy mini dress...

I never wish to write with a heavy heart...
But tonight, I will be the widow...

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Waltzing with the swirling...

He is the epitome
of rich tradition...

[they slither, and they hiss
like talking serpents , as they pass...

She is a rescued moth morphing
under a sheet of stars navigating...

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Sickening at sight...

In silence and confinement
resides his soul's merriment...

Always remember what we've had
-Late nights spent cruising around...