HER YELLOW DRESS

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She stood at the entrance to the barn
Looking frazzled
Lost in her own moment
Fear stilled her lips
Tears dried by the rainy wind
Half torn
Half hanging on her shoulder
Her yellow dress clung to her frail body
What was left of it
Hours in the market she had been
Sudden rain found her amidst the bare lands
Horses foot steps was all she heard
Before her head hit the ground
Tears stung at her innocent eyes
As he tore her dress
Breath smelling of beer
From Jo’s Salon
She knew her world had ended
Soon as she felt his weight
Rain poured, wind blew
Her strength she gathered and ran
Fast as she could
Till she saw a barn door open
Standing at the entrance way
He saw her torn Yellow dress
He knew from pain in her eyes
Gun in hand he left
For Jo’s Salon

THE LAST LUST

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I see his big biceps ripple
Droplets of water slide down his brow
Crawling slowly to his chest
Drawing those patterns oh so lovely
I see his black glistening skin
Smooth as a rock
At the bottom of the river
His eyes sharp like a spear’s head
Piercing my own that’s melting
I have this sense of wonder
How does his lips taste
How will his kiss make me
I yearn to be in his perfect arms
That will take me to places
I will never want to come back from
My Instinct speaks to me
I need to know this creature
All carnal desires spoken for
This is the last lust
Centuries to come I will remember
His chest rippling on my own

YOU’RE HARD WORK BUT YOU’RE GOOD FOR ME

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I have loved so much before
Yet not in this magnitude
You make me work harder to find you
I want to run
Catch up
With emotions in my head
With those that dangle my heart
You see me as no one does
Long days
Even longer nights
Only make me yearn more
For the morsels i see in you
A heart broken
Never learns to love again
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I HAVE FINALLY ACCEPTED I AM A POET

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I wrote words
Yet i did not understand how
My words could have such meaning
How sentences bond together
Would breathe life to the earth
I wrote words
Still i did not comprehend how
My words would be received
How phrases sewn together
Would lend revelations to the universe

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KISS ME ONE LAST TIME

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She watched him speak
As the wind blew across his black hair
She listened to him speak
But about what
She loved the way he smiled in a split second
Everytime he talked about something passionate
But what was it
She watched his eyes speak
Lovely eyes indeed
What were they saying
She loved his hands that spoke of warrior conquests
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