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Jane Wayburn Poem
The swirling white mist
Like a cloud, surrounded us
Captured by the dream
Only sounds and feelings of you
Close, breathing the same air
Touching, hot flesh.
Sweet sexy smells and candles
As the sounds of the ocean's
Rippling waves upon the shore,
Reaching out to grab our lust
Holding it tenderly, subside
Two hearts beating as one.
Two souls wrapped around each other
Throwing off their illumination:
Brightening up the darkness of the night.
Colored rainbows dancing with the stars
As the planets align themselves
Heaving off the spirits of the past
Make way for the lovers, the dreamers.
Copyright © Jane Wayburn | Year Posted 2012
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Jane Wayburn Poem
When the wolfbane blooms and
Moon is full and bright
It's time for the wolf; he will turn tonight.
Hide your children; mothers, fathers,
Sisters, brothers too.
He will turn and come after all of you.
There's no place to run, once the metemorphasis
Begins.
No place to hide, just the moon on your side.
Get your silver bullits ready, shoot him
When your heand is steady
Never let him get away, or he'll be back
Another day.
When the moon is full...
Copyright © Jane Wayburn | Year Posted 2012
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