I just had it

i just had it grasping meaningless sentiment eyes squinting
behind glass mirrors
long ago sounds ricocheting intensely into heartbreaking ladies
men always men
pants with names can’t spell but rough on the thighs and legs
wish I was better
so often i be the case of better because of her golden eyes
wisp of laughter
smiling is heavens parting and I don’t believe in heaven
clouds and highness
just down here where the bright orange mushrooms, probably
deadly, grow with frequency
all right here alongside the path eyes smiling lips glistening
blond oceans hair
falling showers of warm rain drops cannot explain the sudden
exchange of rushing ancestry
it was a teen thing blossomed into another realm of impossibility
such a word
love breaking into pieces stability and remorse lurching forward
forward and forward again
a cliff is nothing to fall off as whispers of wind float underneath
safely depositing unharmed
brilliantly lifted warmly greeted lips of magic cannot stop madness
contained deeply held
bones crackling breaking searching lighting and finally
coming to embrace
the inevitable conception of wanderlust fulfilled simply by
breathing woman’s soul
It is in her, always, where sunshine is omnipotent defeating
the last wall
crashing to the ground with a joyful lightening thunder way
off before me

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About stevewhitmore

Former award-winning newspaperman and broadcast journalist, both radio and TV, spanning three decades. Army-trained paralegal, court bailiff and prosecutor's lead investigator for the 8th Infantry Division's Judge Advocate General's Corp., Mainz, Germany. 1973-1975.
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