When the trees are rid

of feathered guests,

and the moonlight slinks

along the grass- oh my-

I  feel the tenderness

of a shoulder rendered

when day is done, for me

to caress  and engrave

the warm skin with the words-

"We are one- we are one."

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Though you have gone

for a walk with wraiths

wearing wings, I can hear

their flutter whisper

before the rising sun,

"We are one- we are one."

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Stay safe in the shadows

out  of the din  and roar

of that fierce new Hun.

Live forever in my fingers

That engrave on your warm flesh,

"We are one- we are one."

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09/17/2006

Posted on 09/18/2006
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