she poses so proudly
stands naked in my mirror
smiles at what i see
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each word a brushstroke
her poet paints her passions
in rousing colors
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sharp gasps and soft sighs
she speaks in passionate sounds
we both understand
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two bodies painted
by silver brush of moonlight
one glowing embrace
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old soldiers recall
past victories and defeats
none else remember
OR
old soldiers marching
to ghostly bugles and drums
no one else can hear
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what i cannot have
everything i write about
or desires and dreams