Liquid measure

I crave your mouth,

your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving,

I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me,

dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure

of your


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At first sight…

Splendor encountered, 
only by chance.
Colloquial reticence, an
inconspicuous glance.
Subtly seductive, mesmerized by you.
No words ever spoken… must be that thing that you do.
Allured by your element
as the evening ends.
Inconspicuous glances and soft-pedaled grins.
No words ever spoken, 
til you whispered “goodnight”…
Only in dreams is this possible…
love at first sight

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