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Click hereWell well met in mid moonlight
Once again our romantic starry eyes
I see shroudy cloudy venus o’er take orion
Rise to skies she hies to shine where passion lies
Shy valleys lit with finger shadow traces
Laid out away in vanishing horizon lines
All comic epic tale moments hardly won
My meaty hero’s journey sometimes back and forth
Slip trap caught back upon shame face trips
Too many tales twisted on point of tongue
To linger too long in delicious moments
Caught like dew to eager expectant loving lips
Your smile a promising mystery to come
The sea of serenity, the ocean of storms
We ask for new romantic mythologies
So far the distance between our sees
Scylla alert erect and proud on the rocks
A hard place swirls open her pulling pools
Neither Jupiter nor Neptune nor Pluto
Could hold our lips divided a breathe apart
I wonder what our raga will be
I call to you as you dance away
Wait whiles careless caress of miles
Seen sheer shirt over shoulder black lace looks
Your jacket open just enough
To let a hands width in and around
Dance askance my idle hands full
Bent knee deep in dangerous books
If I could I would my nose
Close enough to know your scent
The one below the ones you lay on top
So I would wish our dance that slow
To truly taste your wonder
As you cross the sky and my heart
So to dance our story and never stop
I am yet again amazed by your ability for wordplay. I've never read such a wide-range collection of poetry: of hope for the future to a sense of defeat. It is my hope, however, that your hope conquers in the end.