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your words have breath
delicate in their yearn for love
steady in their push of passion
orgasmic in their release of lust

I retire every night
bathed in a mist
as if words were a coming
of your traveled breath
upon
me

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Hold my hand

There will come a day
 deleted
 vapor trail dissipated
This window of the sky
 endless & empty

Hallucinations of memories
 speckling glints
Notes from the staff
 silenced to a
 rest

Hold my hand here…
 now…
 denatured as ghost encryption

It’s all the human I’ve got to lend
 before leaving
 before letting go
 before walking away
 invisibled

In the rain

rain on the windshield
  relentless momentum forward
    wiping clear the bombarding blurs
      the external annoyances
        the threats of derailment
self-propelled
  full tanks of purpose
    locked into the guidance
      blind faith
         in
            thrust

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