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My Gift
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My Gift |
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davidmerriman Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 123Dallas, TX |
My Gift Sprawling limbs beg for life. Deep eyes gaze at a brave new world. The separation knife Blurs my thoughts while they swirl. Am I not one with her? What are these foreign slaves of mind That seemingly concur With these desires I now find. I'm free, a tiny sponge. I stare, observe, and do not cry. All my pain is expunged. In loving arms, nurtured I lie. What is this bright new place? I wouldn't dare to ask myself. Bare, I stare at her face, In her I know I'll find help. Maybe I'll take my time In this new life, as with my birth. With bright eyes, I will find My way around this foreign Earth. But now I smile, thoughtless, Basked in her love and affection. If I die, regardless, This life will hold its direction Of love given to me. I will give to my own lover. Someday, our own baby. Will have Love and He find each other. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Davidmerriman....interesting view from newborn. To try to put yourself into that place of such change, is not easy..I think you did it well. |
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