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time, a hand too soon...

Time erodes on our maple bookshelves,
Neglected of intimacy with you gone...

.
jealousy hovers like a parasol...

Spon(com)tan(bust)eou(ion)s!
it tauntsthe speAker in sLow...

,
making change at a jilted telephone booth...

There's a dim light on my bedside,
that dances quietly as I read myself to sleep...

I still find you in the dog-eared pages of poetry...
in the unpacked boxes that litter my closet...

Sit -- stiff, silent and monogamous
Holding the world tightly to your chest...

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attached...

"Happiness only real when shared."
He softly sketched between the lines...

A poet uncensored is soulife untamed,
Breath unleashed on scrolls hand written...

Oh, what sweet Brevity lies between Consciousness...
Filtering with tiny hands the most concealed...