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I looked into her eyes

and once again

life surprised

me.

She is the biochemistry

that keeps me alive.

She is the straight line

in the geometry

of my mind.

She pulls my soul

the way the moon

pulls the sea.

She is the beginning

and the end

of me.

She will come home.

She must come home.

Dance

with me on a

sultry southern night.

Under the stars….

under the sky.

Fill my arms

with your smile,

steal my heart

with your eyes.

Come…….

dance with me.

She has a mouth like yours,

full, pouty lips so delicious

with that dark red lipstick.

Her eyes are cobalt blue, the

color of the sky just before twilight.

Her laugh reminds me of summer,

those summers we had at the ocean,

those summers when we were happy

before our world fell apart.

She has a voice that sings to me…

The soft breeze of...
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Oh dear, I seem to have lost myself.

The last time I saw me was when I

went to bed last night but

when I woke this morning….

I was nowhere to be

found.

There is simply no sign of me.

I’ve looked in all the usual places

but I have disappeared without

a trace.

I’m becoming concerned, if

you see me out and about...
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The research is done, I have a rough outline of the first two chapters and now it's time to get started. This is always the hardest part, putting those first words on paper but I can hardly contain my excitement at getting a new novel moving. Wish me luck!

Perched on the window seat
she watches as he rakes the lawn,
and smiles at the leaf stuck in his hair
then sighs as the wind blows the image
away.
She talks to him as she wanders the
empty rooms and listens to his reply
in the squeak of the door that he never
repaired.
Looking in the mirror she applies
her makeup just the...
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Her makeup is just right.

Her hair just the way I like it.

She wears a new negligee

in my favorite color.

Candle light and champagne.

After all these years

she still seduces me.

It came slowly, a tiny sprig

poking out of the earth,

seeking the sun, kissing the rain.

Nurtured by a starving heart.

It spread its limbs around me,

caressing me. Leaves sprouted

brushing my lips tickling my tongue,

promising endless tomorrows....

Too bad it was hemlock.

He held his old dress shirt to his face and inhaled.

Is that her perfume still lingering after all this time?

He touched his neck lightly and felt her soft, gentle lips

on his skin, her warm breath on his chest.

“So this is the way she will haunt me.”

His lips found his fingertips. Was that her taste?

Is her passion, her desire buried...
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Why is it I can never finish a dream of her? I guess it's just my heart laughing at me.