Luz

Some places feel comfortable

Almost in an instant

One feels no need here

For leather bound notebooks

Instead to scrape our names

Into the shoreline rocks

To chisel, as might a sculpture

The story of deep love

Within its sea, as viewed

From the cross on the hilltop

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Energies Amore

A practical label; for the time and the place

That surrounds the beautiful cusps of sleep

Around the time of awakening

Again today such stirrings

Collaborations of line and image, half sounds

Forces, exuberance; sense of a distillation process

Unable to fathom, unable either to entirely recapture

Instead to write of trees and grapes, of soft warm skin

Heavens scent, chased wildly through open vineyards

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EP

Soon as you rise, so soon you begin to fade

The veil is drawn, drawn for self protection

In the pre-existence of the grey-green leaf

There was the rich soil & volumes of water

Let then the thief be taken by jade; runes

Of our own insistence; to escape detection

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Two-Handed Shuffle

A night of cards

Old rules, once forgotten

Brought easily back to life

A clear leader emerges

He succeeds, despite the wilful

Acts of his friends & compatriots

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Splash

Half dark, half light

Enough of doubt

For your silhouette

To dance, unknowingly

Through the shadows

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