LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD

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Dear Little One
I feel you move inside my belly
A smile slithers across my face
I know you are more than a reality
No longer just a far away dream
See, you are now part of me
Ingrained into every blood vessel
Almost painted into my very soul
Your tiny little heart beats
Rhyming with my big heart
Like drum beats under the African sunset
I imagine a time i was alone
Now i feel i am no longer alone

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HER DRINK HER BODY HER MAN

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Her Drink
She knows what her taste buds wants
The way the vintage wine
Slithers down her throat
Cooling every harsh memory of the day
Calming the nerves of loneliness
Her drink she knows how to mix
Cocktails refined over a lifetime of maturity
A collector of late harvest wine
The older matured in barrels the better
She knows which grapes make which wine
A lover of the classics
Tuning into her mystic self
Sparkling wine from South of France
Her very own obscene obsession
Gaillac, Bugey, Cre^mant d’ Alsace maybe even Blanquette de Limoux
An avid appreciation for all Red, White wine
She loves the curves of her tall wine glass
She relishes the sound of wine as it pours into the glass
Wondering its mystery, is it citrus, orchard or tropical fruit wine
Down her thirsty throat it goes smoothly
Her drink, her very own weakness

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HER RED HEELS

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I had heard of her
The charm of the midnight mistress
Her lair amidst the bossom of men
Her kisses the poison of male species
Now before me she sat, shy yet electric
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HELLO OCTOBER

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Leaves, green leaves
Rainy dark days
Fruits in trees vastly lay
Leaves, brown leaves
Sunny bright days

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EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL IN ITS TIME

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Who knows how a seed turns into a shoot
A shoot grows into a tree
A tree grows to bear fruit
A fruit brings forth seed
A seed dies in the ground turning into a shoot
A shoot…
Life cycle begins again
Who knows this cycle
Except You Master Creator of all things
Seasons we wait upon
Rain to fall on a new crop
Flowers to bloom in spring
Nothing moves faster or slower
Than how You intend it to
Everything is made beautiful in its time
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