Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Love Styles

  • Any Given Moment

    At any given moment you may find another human being that has the same resonance as you.

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  • Erotic Fantascy for Post Menopausal…

    EROTIC FANTASCY FOR POST MENOPAUSAL WOMEN Tonight while waiting for my son In a restaurant by the water in the setting sunlight a man Passed by and I wanted to keep him. He sat across from my table and while I waited,  I had married him and we were old. He loved me completely and…

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  • And What if we Could…

    AND WHAT IF WE COULD AGREE? And what if we could agree You and me That we could be in love? It wouldn’t mean sighs and barks, Pointed tongues and sharpened teeth Or too many broken wings. It would mean A body there at day’s end, A name to fill in on the “In case…

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  • Abandonment in the new world:…

    People are either getting better or getting worse as I see it. I haven’t been able to measure which side is growing the fastest yet but I have no doubt we will find that out in very short order. The angry and bitter group is getting frightened and more angry while the optimistic group is…

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  • Michael Crawford Cartoon

    There is a cartoon in the May 10th, New Yorker, where a man and an obvious wife are pictured and the wife is saying,’” There is something very appealing about a sexually dysfunctional man!” Isn’t that interesting?

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  • Fourth of July

    Fourth of July in Real Time Vail is filled with older couples who appear to be happy. They are well dressed, not fat and drink a lot. The other night I went to a great concert of Mozart and I liked it so much the next night I went back to hear the Blues and…

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  • colorado without oxygen

    thunder its batons twirling against the  mountain guardians greet me. Still I wonder what the answer is.

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  • Man at the Bar Yesterday

                                          Man at the Bar Yesterday Curved like a blackfish into the counter, Head back, throat open, hips poised. I wanted to steal him, Wear him out, And throw him back in the stream.

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  • The Hunt

    She arranged her breasts as offerings to the night: Lifting and presenting them in lacy cups And set out to stir the sauce. Salty and thick, some wine for headiness, she added oregano and took out the no. She was going hunting. The prey was so beautiful: curved and elegant, haunches still young, and eyes,…

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  • Heart’s Desire

    Heart’s Desire

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