Free Verse
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It’s the sunshine that makes me sad. So bright a relentless interrogator exposing my secrets my pain leaving me nowhere to hide my Self. But the rain! The rain envelopes me in her fresh silvery droplets. Asking no questions She comforts me with a misty hug and lets me be whoever I am. Or not.
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Three martinis in: Night breeze whispers your name and I can almost feel you — swear I sense your presence — almost feel your caress, taste your lush, greedy lips as they brush mine. Almost. Almost. I inhale deep deeper and try to trying savor the scent of you. A lung-full of sweet balmy air,
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Spiked like the cherry punch at my senior prom, slower than Sunday afternoon in the Delta, and softer than a kitten’s sigh but with a kick like your Papaw’s shotgun — leaving me with the sweetest hangover that flat-out would not let go. That’s what my first kiss was like.
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You usually win at Hide & Seek — know the best hiding places and how to not giggle. I look everywhere, but you’re nowhere. Hours, Days, Weeks and then I finally find you: grinning all smarty-pants from a milk carton. (nyah-nyah) You’re IT!
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Blood moon creeps across the starless sky, hovering over the bayou like a chandelier. The air is thick and still, yet Spanish moss sways as if there were a breeze. Gypsy woman sits by her fire mesmerized — deep in trance until a jagged smile rips her face like barbed wire.
Ergo, the Ogre 