Some Marriages Last Half a Century

I miss her voice
The way I heard it first
In the innocent youthful talk of books.

Saturday evening glass of wine
Listening to music, I used to search her eyes
For her lonely soul.

I can’t remember now if we ever kissed
Or if it would make a difference:
If I could love her any more or less.

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Panties

Yellow moonlight
Falls softly
On garden stones;
I appreciate the love
Emanating from angelic creatures
Walking the boulevards
Of delectable dreams.

I’m always spinning joyously
Into the arms of mystery,
I eat desire with an unquenchable appetite;
In my mind, panties burn with amorous fire!

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The Aging Process

It is good to sing songs
Or walk the boulevard path
Of a parade,
To read a book beside flowers
In the calming sunlight,
To fall completely in love
With one, magical, charming woman.

The aging process
Is when one fails to find
The perfume of beauty
Wafted into his existence
And then fades away.

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Learning to Love Is a Fragile Art

Silence is the space
Where God resides
And where souls journey
To discover the eternal music.

When I move in haste,
Beauty is hidden;
And when my life is loud,
Singing sparrows are never heard.

Sometimes you never know
How much you love someone
Until you hold her hands
Peacefully in a coffin.

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Lovelier Than a Kimono

She makes herself assurances
She will not forget
Her lover’s penetrating eyes
Lying beside her
When dawn’s delicate light
Seeps sweetly through
The window blinds.

Her heritage is soft white skin
And silk black hair,
Her destiny is erotic memories
Of being disrobed
And kissed in tender places.

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Shakespeare’s Sonnets

I think about my sweet parents, now old,
And myself, every day growing older,
Hoping to create a gentle and tender essence
That will survive when we part this existence,
Like Shakespeare’s sonnets written four hundred years ago
Still leaving a magical afterglow
For lovers and poets yet unborn.

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Telepathic Love

If ever stranded
On a perilous highway
In a frightening city
Where every human smile
Is disingenuous
Like an inescapable nightmare,
And your heartbeat races
Like a runaway, demon locomotive;
Remember my name
Like a childhood prayer:

There is such a thing
As telepathic love,
And I will find you.

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Criminal Poet

There is blood
In the city moonlight,
Beautiful hoodlums
Parade like Labor Day
Through the sad streets
Seeking girls with tattoos
And lonely hearts.

And sweetheart,
That’s the way
I’m seeking you:
I’m a criminal poet
Trying to break every rhythmic rule
To touch your hair
And become your fool.

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Dissolving Into Ghost

At dinnertime,
I softly gaze out the window
Into the evening turning black.

I eat my food slowly
And never turn backwards
To let my eyes
Roam into the lonely bedroom.

I’ve spent years alone
Dissolving into ghost;
I don’t want to see a book
Resting at the head of the bed
Where once a woman slept.

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Braless in Detroit

In the early 1970’s
The singer Rickie Lee Jones
Was arrested in Detroit
For not wearing a bra.

I would have been
Around eight years old
At the time
But had I known,
I would have organized
A jailbreak.

To this day,
I support a woman’s right
To do whatever she pleases,
Especially with her breasts!

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