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 |  Poetry written in the past years with WDC |
| The slap of the ocean waves is sending me back some twenty years. I speak of a place that haunts me. Where there is celebration every night, still, at evening's end, where I first fell in love with Venice. I watched the fishermen at the Pier, netting slippery fish, breath-taking, the waters deep and dangerous. My love has taken me there many times, as miracles pass. These memories will taunt me when I am old and golden. I think of he and I like Lennon and Ono, bare-bottomed and unashamed of love's great metaphorical abyss. Since the day we met, I have been fulfilled. In my heart, the light shines from his eyes, taking me into the deep blue sea like dolphins gathering speed. With this, and each word I use, I am never lonely and never alone. The breadth of my soul has satisfied my desolate moments, caught up in an alien world of fantasy, telling me I am much more than just a notch in his belt. I will careen around the beach, soon, white wine on my breath. Some people say I may die quickly in the thick, thick dust. Perhaps, I'll sail out on a dream and prove them wrong. |
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