In The Flesh

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    In The Flesh

     I await the encounter
     up on this path
     that grows steep and increasingly narrow.

    Compelled to share and merge with another ...
    I am hungry for a man not a King or a Pharaoh

    He favors a Knight without armor...
    benevolent , courageous and true.

    An analgesic for my wounds
    of a once to often dreamed dream that did not come true.

    Cynthia Ann

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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