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    Her

    Her
    Imprisoned forever within her own mind.
    Lost of imagination, shackled by time.
    Touch of his smooth skin forever divine.
    Lips that were untainted by a troubled soul.
    Now taste of leather as the bell tower tolls.
    Lust full of envy.
    With sex her tormentor.
    As time her sworn enemy
    Rushing through her future on a path of destruction.
    Naked as life innocent of seduction.
    Dancing in the midst if a midnight storm.
    Blood pulsing through her and promising to keep her warm.
    A prisoner within herself, her heart placed high on a shelf.
    Pulling deep within side her, his semen a sweet elixir.
    Knowing love’s true touch is all that will release her.

    Michael Browning

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    PoeticallyIrish’s Poems (12)

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    Reality 1
    The Word Man 0
    One More Drink 1
    Her 0
    It's 4 You 1
    Downtown 1
    Dare 0
    Another Day 0
    The Announcer 2
    Night Walker 0
    Death's Kiss 0
    Last Tear 1