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(Do you remember…)
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Do you remember? Can you still feel the soft spring rain as it tickled our faces, or the mild grass as it danced at our feet? Do you still know the place where the droplets hit our skin, warm, from the sun still shining overhead?

Oh to write of the beauty in your smile at the grace of the light as it united itself as one with the rain just before kissing the ground. I can still remember the sweet taste as stray drops fell in my mouth and the strong warm smell of earth quietly tinted the air with Love.

But all that can be said is that Beauty was there, in you and in my heart, as we stood there in the light, smiling - content - with the life that surrounded us.

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(We stood there together...)
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We stood there together, lost in our simple world of water and lights. “Beauty…” he said, and that was all that was spoken. I understood what he understood, and that’s all that was needed.

We just stood there, watching the lights of the party bouncing off the still calm waters of the wide Mississippi, for what felt like a timeless eternity. One of those moments you feel like you are exactly what it is you need to be a man, a child, a friend and an enemy, all at the same time. You put everything into focus in the sight of those shimmering lights. But the river carried us downstream. Further downstream.

Home

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Finally a place to sit down and rest,

And enjoy the warm air with its mid-summer mist

Laced with daisy, lilac, and sunflower scents.

Oh the calm of a rain on the wide open range.

Yes - This is where I call home.

Treblinka

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I strip here now, where poison drips

And I see torment in the eyes of friends.

A pain caused by a silent fire

That drains the colour from my lips.

Before it’s done, I pray to cleanse

And be forgiven of my hate and ire

To Chastity

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I had hit the town with Chastity - my friend,

Not thinking the night would come to an end.

I winked, you smiled, we laughed and we kissed.

The sky was bright pink, and nothing was missed.

Yet time went on as the night turned to gray

And on the drive to your house, I had turned to say

“The night is still young...” – Did you know what I meant?

But the choice would soon come. To resist or repent?

You opened the door with a smile and a wink

That left nothing to doubt and nothing to think.

No one was home. You had the lights down low,

As you quickened your breath and leaned in to kiss

With flirtatious lips so plain, soft, and slow.

Then it came. With your voice warm and light

You said in my ear in the black of the night,

“Take me where you will – we’ve been left all alone”

And my decision came, without thought or debate

To fuck you slow, and later atone.