BLUSH STROKES (very mild erotica)

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JOURNAL #14

some things are much clearer in the dark

the hardest parts soften when brushed up

against the inner core of one's more innocent heart

incurable tears they supply the oceans to the end

with their faithful emotions so cleverly wrung out

the perfect fit is what we each end up looking for

when going the well traveled road of love's elusive

route

desperation cringes when her image encounters even

the smallest mirror's edge

walking backwards through my mind's combative pain

I scurry past its deadly ledge

so very gifted

the pen takes her aggressor's cue

writing more and more and faster still

of just how much I really miss you

you who know me best

but can see not yet my tear stricken face

yet you I sense so very alone

far off yet undeniably close to a not so

distant space

my heart in your weary bridge burnt eyes

pleads for each our equally divided case

as future streams of unleashed happiness

cascade down through time

not quite yet

to be so fully traced..................

(Oct. 3, 1995)






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