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in my foolish quest for scrambled words,
your inspiration becomes a heady sensation
carrying me gently from the  troubled traffic
of my desecrated hours, as if i were entering
under the skins of our candle lights: bringing me
to embers of moments terribly free, like you..
and there, we  become weightless on our
open map---the meridians and continents
passing through the mists of time and space,
oh how my lips and this my striped soul 
adore you: wandering effortlessly on 
the terraces of our own love, war and peace.

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often, at daytime, at night call when stars
seem to cover their cherubic faces
and i feel  the throb of my faltering heart,
your company i embrace, telling me 
how to live...as our  sheets grasp in surrender; 
my  tender moans start to bleed...
then i become one with your skin, bones,
and hands: through sips of wine and tea,
i have to say today and after:

~” Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things…” ~

i feel i am everywhere; i think of how many 
i can be with our candles and songs.


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*excepts from Pablo Neruda’s “ Here I Love You”
* please allow use of small caps

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 Poem for Frank H.'s Best Contest
 by nette onclaud

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