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Sat 02/10/07 07:55 AM
All women are not Queens
I know that,
but this woman has a Queens in her heart
I begin again.
It is like verse of minstrels
in an ancient voice
it fills up my time.
I speak in forecast
well enough, the desires
you wear forecasts also,
we could not meet
and speak
of storms
it is to recall
that at one time
we watched a storm.
come in over the land
tempest that comes
from day to night
before the spectacle is our lives

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Sat 02/10/07 07:44 AM
The touch
was the first to go.
There had come to me
a dare
not from you dear
mortal as I am,
and you the lily's throat
but pedals unfurl.
Sun
dances at the seams of the clouds.
The sky to the north
is calm,
warm orange in the afterglow
I gone to where the storm piles up.
Leaving you as a flower
that will soon reach
the pinnacle of its bloom.

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Sat 02/10/07 07:20 AM
hello