When I hear the soft footsteps, I feel it is you
When I see a shadow moving like a wave, I feel it is you
When gently touching a tree branch in the garden
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She was bored with you
Jesus Jesus all the time
With your sermons all the time
A leopard in sheep skins
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Why has the whole of love come to me suddenly.
I see you with me on the Venice beach
walking hand in hand in the evening
watching the sun go beyond the horizon.
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Today I read Lawrence's poem
On breasts like Gloire de Dijon.
I saw the golden shadows
Of swung breasts swaying
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Love came
flowed into my heart
emptied me of my self
filled me with glee
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Never ending Indian summer
burning heat, dust storms
people camatose on road sides
birds dropping from the sky
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What I love most about you -
Your voice
it is like fresh bread
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My dear handsome man
I yearn for you so much
I pass sleepless nights
every second during the day
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Love is the
preservation of self
It is not selfless.
The problem is
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After seventeen thousand
two hundred twenty five poems,
a never ending smile rises,
the readers meet and greet him
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