Gotta Have A Penthouse

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I come

out of the wind moist

with ocean in my hair

to find you to lay

my head in your lap

the heat of your hand

on my face

stars in the mist

moonlight

barefoot on the terrace

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Stopping For A Kiss On The Edge Of The Ocean

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I need you, I want you, I blame you for every mistake, every poor choice. You surround me, inescapably. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. We wrote memories beneath our skin, you and I. By choice. I can live every day with you in my bed or survive every night with you in my heart alone.

Ars Poetica

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it was Greece

so easily

opening my eyes

I want you

come

climb through my petticoat

white curtains billow

cerulean oceans

somewhere between these

lips petulant vortex

pressed palm of my hand

the love line extends off

infinitely becoming

there is a point

immaculate

between your breasts

where harmony overcomes

angels fly from my fingertips

gently along the crescent of your sleep

give me your hand

its already too late

our eyes flashed

locked

gave us away

even ordering wine

is impossible without you

come

come run away with me

come

all night long

the full moon spoke

words of love

to her little stars

whispering

this is a female constellation

Avalon

In this white white house

on the edge of the Atlantic

a voice runs along my skin

trembling at the texture

of a woman you waited

ten years to touch

 slow samba of the heart

as you sleep dream

of your life on this

bright side of ocean

 inevitable calm

surrounds you, I come

out of the wind moist

with ocean in my hair

to find you to lay

my head in your lap

the heat of your hand

on my face

stars in the mist

on the shore moonlight

barefoot on the terrace

the soft of this moment

of this all

overwhelms

swirls around us

you asleep in a blue chair

and I whispering to the moon