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You Spoke of Boundaries

you spoke of boundaries allowed me but secret gates acknowledged only in the shadows my ability to separate your reason from your logic and that is what you never cared for in me words you gave me many that idled away i loved you with blindness i have but betrayed myself but my desires desire no more the curtain has fallen on the soliloquy time to take the bow and leave there are no floral arrangements waiting in the dressing room only the emptiness that was always there this has you clinging to what is already gone desire is an empty street where there is no address the morning light never touched upon your breasts and in the end we were emptiness the worst of kindred spirits sometimes when i look away and i cannot remember her flower there is a part of heaven in oblivion where neuropathways slowly die Fergus Falls 95 The Patient Stones

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Vickey Rhymer

Date: 8/6/2022 11:07:00 PM

Rereading some of your older pieces and it came to me why I was confused as to exactly what was being proffered .The title threw me for a loop as it had to do with boundaries,something that was not modeled nor understood completely till now as I sit long in the tooth but no longer a victim to the fears of youth.Thanks again.

Vickey Rhymer

Date: 6/5/2022 4:11:00 PM

I enjoyed your work Mr.Ray.If I may enlighten please on the last four lines as regretfully I am having trouble nailing it down and am so impatient in nature the suspense is killing me as I ponder them.

Vickey Rhymer
Date: 6/6/2022 4:58:00 AM

Thank you again.

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/5/2022 7:45:00 PM

this refers to his memory slowly erasing her in his memory, he will slowly get to....i will never forget what's her name....time erases, birthdays, and favorite flower or color...which are also warning signs in a relationship

James Marshall Goff

Date: 6/2/2022 10:39:00 PM

Good work Timothy, I understand, been there...

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/3/2022 12:45:00 PM

the joys of being a poet, whether we lived or observed it we bring the limn into a portrait....the lyricist has the same achievement when someone says, that's me on the jukebox....thank you, the opposite is another here, waiting in silence...