June 27, 2006
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...and every once in a while
this long, fiberous,
deeply, rooted branch
will reach, way out there
to the end
of a scraggly limb
to ruffletheleaves
on me and my tree...
using witty cliches', like
make like a "tree and leave",
'me' all alone...
"touche"
i say,
and the twig replies...
make like the wind and blow
me away...
and to that I have no reply
only poignant, pondering thoughts...
of confidence
without arrogance
which has to be
a good character trait...
and no...i don't really know you
at all, but i like what i have seen
thus far and my pholox
is starting to flower so it must be
time to regain composure...
but...
does having a lover
and, or being a lover
neccessairly mean that
you are in love, because
what about the loves that
you create, when you use
your hands to masterbate
that leave you with no real
gratification, but are so real
in that giving, given timed moment
of self indulgent love?
when we loved each other, deeply
long before we knocked
upon each others doors
and opened up
so freely...
Comments (2)
you go so long in between times and i find i miss your words and rhymes so much.
but i like this one... (i always do)
it's so nice for you to remind me of your softness and how it blows within and without my life... always...
welcome back, dear one... if only for this brief interlude...
Ah a rare jewel....truth..... hidden in the leaves
Chris
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