she poses naked
one model for one poet
who draws her with words
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Back there in the caveman days,
When language was a brand new craze,
Words could soothe, perhaps berate,
They could unite, or separate.
Protected from the fearsome weather,
Huddled in our caves together,
We found because of storms above,
A storm within which we called love.
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never knew her thoughts
naked to the poet's mind
were this revealing
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posed in hazy dreams
naked to the poet's brush
of fingers and words
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with embrace and kiss
your body beneath my hands
souls joined together
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when two poets met
saw their thoughts so much alike
they each wrote of love
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each day she appears
feeling how my loving heart
leaps and longs for her