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Light turns

My room becomes dark

The fire glows

I am bathed in music

And warmth

Dusk arrives

A little more slowly

As the years change over

I am easy with love

And care

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I am alone for a while

I smile into the log fire

Pleased, that folks somewhere

Care for the photos I have posted

If I could play the piano

I would play Ben Fold's The Luckiest

Not that I could sing along

For singing is not my strong suit either

I am not alone anymore

Joined by someone moving boxes

Beginning the tidying, on a Sunday

For visitors arriving, on Thursday

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He, the she part of him

Held the strawberries

In the palm of his hand

She, the he part of her

Washed blueberries

In the sparkling stream

He and she

The she and he part of them

Knelt on the spring grass

She and he

The he and she part of them

Stepped on stepping stones

In the palm of their hands

In the sparkling stream

Eating blueberries and strawberries

They stepped on stepping stones

Knelt on meadow grass

Eating strawberries and blueberries

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To do no more than sit and write

Let my mind fight what it feels it needs to fight

Always knowing, not what's right

But that nothing need be kept from sight

That whenever I wish to shine the light

The tightness will try to keep it tight

As nighttime falls into blue-black night

That bright day no longer bright

With such decay that I just might

Distill the darkness with sheer insight

Show my mettle, fight my fight

As with my mother I'll fly my kite

Share our love, forego our plight

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I drive into the mist

The trees, bare of leaf, float trunkless

Lyle Lovett's music bares my lustful mind

I have, I feel, the touch of thigh on thigh

All of that time of life saddled in one momentous rush

That I shouldn't have wanted to say anything more

All of the lusciousness already self-fulfilling the score

But believe me he says, slowly opening the ever open door

Out there, laid out in nature, the true lovers are sharing the floor

I have, I feel, the touch of skin on skin

All of that time of life, grappled in one momentous crush

Hands under warm armpits, hands over warm breasts

If ever you would wonder you would wonder the rest

Clothes straddled on the floor, beauty banging my chest

Lost lovers loving in the afternoon, whatever's next

I drive into the light

The sky, scare of clouds, float weightless

Eva Cassidy's music scares you and your less trustful kind

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