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The Adventurous Ones

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Conjure your best scowl, wear it on the ferry

Dream of listless days when souls should be less weary

An undaunted passenger on a ride to who knows where

Destiny likes to tease, she’ll take you up on every dare

What you think you know becomes a simple mirage

And the entrance to your heart a Styrofoam façade

Little does the mind trust that beating fool

Before it follows suit and lets you break every rule

 

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Roadside Attraction

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He took her flesh, left her heart on the side of the road

She braced for the concussion, the reverb of her soul

Distance crawled out of every crevice, left her open

The stars aligned but the moon found the sun was stolen

Lovers turned and tossed in passionate waves

Detours abandoned to follow what each one craves

Thunderous applause called from a gray sky,

Her abandoned heart picked up by a passerby

 

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Sass In the Satin

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I’m not often caught by surprise, used to be common til I

Drowned in men’s lies, and then you appeared before me

Like a cloud across the sky, better keep moving lest you

Get caught by surprise; see this Southern belle as a quest

You need to con, or fall for her completely…wouldn’t

That be fun? Oh geez don’t let my bud catch any of

Your dew, for the heart squeezes tight when it

Considers me and you; berries on the bush, yes

The temptation is one for the ages, whispering

“Live your truth” are the voices of the sages; and

We shall surely dance around this rhythm we

Know; marionettes flail their arms and legs

As we clap for the show; gentle is the touch,

Sweet your very taste, lustful on the vine,

Your hands are full of grace. Throw caution

To the Wind, let your freedom find a trail,

No justification needed when you

Set that final sail. This is but a rhyme,

Don’t be so morose, figure a bag of candy

Is sweeter than your prose, and just as I have you,

You’d surely take flight, as a bird with healed

Wings after a grounded fortnight.

 

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Beer and Napkins

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Shy guy with the soft smile and gentle eyes,

She found herself in that awkward place where

The gaze floats unintentionally, holding

Brief moments of curiosity and attraction,

Belly flutters and the wonders of discovery

Flavor the air like honeysuckle in bloom,

One drop of its sweetness desired…

He inspires with a gentle kiss and a whispered

Hunger to feel the rhythm she moves to; oh yes,

They will dance

Over a Glass of Red

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Eager is the night, stars’ egos on display,

(Shhh…their charm lies in their confidence)

Anticipation heats the space between reaching hands

You speak, and your words are golden streams,

Heard as a blur as I watch your lips with need;

I know your kiss, as you do mine

The waiting is torture, but exquisite, I’m sipping

The moments like you do your glass of wine

 

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Never…

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I never knew the secret whispers of the wind

Or the reckless urge to kiss a stranger

I never knew the solace of simplicity

Or the gentle hold of a workingman’s arms

But I know these things in you;

 

I know truth and grace and need

I welcome the uncomfortable

Surge of unspoken requests from my

Passionate cravings; allow me

To drift into your embrace for one

Momentary lapse of sensibility

 

I shouldn’t speak of my desire

For your nectar, sweet on my lips,

Forbidden thoughts and like

Electric currents, they are

Intended to exploit a charge

 

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