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Here are two more poems (I know I said I would do three a day, but I felt these two make a lovely couple) for all you lovely people out there.

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she said of all gardens

I had

made

with my hands

that

jangled glass

tapestries will hang upon

my

skin for all

eternity

until the god of love

and losing

sits in the rock pasture

eating

of flesh as

simple

clouds

gather around the height of the horizon

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of lotus

leaf

to barrel in the river

and sink

you have

picked the white

crest of a wave to speak

the name

of a lover for

eternity

against a glass

house

in the glade

and down the ravine.

when making love

in

circles atop

mounds of white

sheet

she would say that all of all

is

the very thought

she

lays upon