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i gaze into the portal of self
whenever i am close to you, my lover.
you lead me to the doorway and
invite me into the corridors of truth.

such volumes; so many stories of
the way things were and the way
things could be. i look to the future
and think of chapters yet to come.

so many winding, twisting paths,
how much i wish my young heart
were a trifle older so i could say
i shared those experiences with you.

but there are words yet to be written,
ideas yet to be penned and
symphonies yet to be composed
by the skilled hands which lead me onward.

there are dreams yet to be dreamt
and lives yet to be acted out
on life’s grand stage; shall we
play our parts, oh maestro mine?

speak with me and i shall
speak with you. share your thoughts
with me and i promise to be the
open book you plumb eternally.

so many things await inside a
future yet to be determined.
tell me of your past, my lover
and we shall forge our future together.

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fall to my knees before you,
sinking to the lowest of positions,
if just to let you know
the contents of my heart. the emotions
swirling around me like a torrent.
lose myself, i want to lose myself.
lost myself and i became undone before you.

heartstrings plucked; a melody this heart
has only fantasized about.
you… my moon and stars…
i would gladly kneel before the celestial sky,
the conductor of love’s orchestra,
and pay homage to the spirit
which captures the soul of this poet.

collecting myself only to fall apart,
splintered asunder and mended again
by soothing hands and delighted smiles.
heavens above, i fall into embraces which
only throw me further into need of you.
fall back on the arms of desire,
punctuated by the caress of devotion.

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