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June 15, 2022June 14, 2022 / grumpygorman / 2 Comments

by rippling
river
,

i spotted
her
,

waiting for
sailor
,

eyes skimming
tides
–

braced for his
return,

longing for his
ship
to

part the
sky.

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June 14, 2022June 14, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

i lit a match to
see you
better

under
moonlight,

you turned
away

as if the flash
was too
bright
–

as though i
blinded
night.

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June 13, 2022June 12, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

bossa nova
sway

of hip to
hip,

dancing merely
hinting

at what’s to
come

once we commit to
some real
fun.

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June 13, 2022June 12, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

sunbather’s
golden
gaze-

unravels the
day

before my
melting
face,

and brings me
back to
life

before life has
its way.

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June 13, 2022June 12, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

the perfume of
her dream

teasing sounder
judgments-

painting minds
obscene,

while a melody
of memories

drifts me out
to sea
.

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June 12, 2022June 12, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

i chased
you,

you tracked
me,

we melded in the
middle,

where both
could
see

that no one was
escaping-

that neither
heart

was
breaking.

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June 11, 2022June 10, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

dear
bumblebee
–

you follow
me
..

but flower i
am not,

though my scent
be raw &
sweet,

i don’t pose
pretty in
a pot.

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June 11, 2022June 10, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

to look back,
i’d catch but traces

of faces fading
to these
eyes,

forward i see
the next
step,

to a less than
easy climb.

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June 10, 2022June 9, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment

sorrow holds her
heartstrings..

and
he tugs

like they’re
unbreakable things
,

they’ve got so
little give,

but she
has

a fighter’s
will to
live

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June 9, 2022June 9, 2022 / grumpygorman / 7 Comments

wrote an old fashioned
letter
,

with an old pen from
the drawer
,

to an old friend
from times
before
–

we left home
for more.

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