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Desirous winds 
now swiftly sweep 
down mountain slopes 
of stone so steep - 
where boughs of broken ash 
are scattered; 
random timber torn and tattered. 

I retreat to find 
my jade and ruby cup, 
to make sweet love to rich red wine, 
fill my cup clear up, 
drink and drain the goblet dry 
to claim its love as mine. 

Take me all or none, 
use me up, 
and when you're done 
wrap slender arms around my waist; 
kiss me there, oh yes, and taste 
of me behind the bower, 
planting seeds of need 
which soon will bloom 
sweet nectar's flower. 

Alluring is your kind appeal, 
like shimmer on green bladed grass 
with silver tips of morning dew. 
I glory in each inch of skin 
as I begin to gently stroke 
and marvel at its golden hue 

The moss and mold of surface earth 
leave banner scents to please my nose; 
but bold and giddy-high in mirth 
are bawdy ballads sung and told 
in honor of your brightly painted toes. 

I ponder as I wander this old field 
once fertile with a decent yield, 
now overused, some say abused, 
for growth and life have not been fused. 

The butler has a sadness in his eyes 
I neither can dissect nor utilize; 
lonely, I suppose, I wonder if he knows 
one's life is but a grand surprise, 
a farce that slowly grows 
in drift toward death until life dies. 

A poet pleases with his heart-felt runes 
while singers please with oft sung tunes. 
A painter paints to please, 
on canvas or a wall, 
but men of age in pain 
don't gain or please at all. 

Let us take this bitter time, 
as winds whip high the mountain vine, 
to retrospect our lives complete; 
transparency without deceit. 
We may just make a break-through 
(though breaking through 
is not the purpose of the game) 
as we become both cast and crew 
to watch a world now flow for us the same. 

I once was young and now I'm old 
but still I feel so brazen bold; 
am I too old or still quite young 
enough to sing the songs once sung, 
not at the end--but just begun?
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