Comfort in his arms
soft kisses nuzzling my neck
Our backs arch to dance.
Thunder booms, fierce wind
Don’t be scared, my son, my love.
I will comfort you.
Longing, green eyes meet
raw, fresh, across a full moon
Instant attraction.
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The joy of my love,
Rose petals strewn in my heart
gift of young, sweet life. (happy 18th birthday to my daughter, Jillian)
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Thunder strikes silver
Bullets scream out blood, guts, hope
Death of trust and life.
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