Hand in hand
Walk naked at my side, Love,
Along this beach littered
With many other lovers
Who understand that love
Requires no raiment,
Nor size, nor shape,
Nor color, nor prayers,
For the bodies,
The hearts,
Are the sacrifices,
And the altars,
And the true heaven,
The paradise of love,
That we and they,
Have entered,
Clothing optional,
But respect and trust,
Required.
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she saw leaping flames
she ran off afraid of hell
she had gazed on love
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she does not exist
the one who sees and understands
lives and loves like me
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catching up with me
the tiredness of ages
loneliness of time
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write poems to you
many you will never see
but they too exist
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your basic human
soldier transformed to poet
sharpening his words
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desire writ in braille
in the raised print on your skin
passionate thriller