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DON'T

We cling to each other,
Like logs after a shipwreck,
In a vast sea of despair,
So afraid of being alone,
Yet not really ready,
To trust ourselves wholly,
One to the other.
Love is a word,
That comes too easy to our lips,
Yet the meaning is empty.
Don't hold me so tight.....
But, please don't let me go.

Dorothy Benner (c) dorilvn@N-Link.com

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WRINKLES IN TIME 

A glitch out in space
Causes time to erase
Courses that were so defined
A rogue wind so blows
And the direction it chose
Made a connection with no reason or rhyme
...
Their two paths separately
Maintained evenly
Paralleled the lives they have led
But for the wrinkle in time
Causing their roads to entwine
They have woven together instead
...
A millisecond of thought
Brought her what she sought
Through all the debris of her years
He looked in to find
That a wrinkle in time
Brought him past his mistrust and fears
...
They are still encased
in the past, words are chased
'Round about in the memories so scarred
Trust builds everyday
Mounting an offensive, so to say
That can heal the emotions so marred
...
Maybe a blink or a sneeze
Made the timeline appease
A cycle that was destined to connect
Their different lifetimes
With similar life crimes
Saw unknown hands that point and direct
...
A mist fogs the mind,
Does away with staid time,
Making a mockery of conventional clocks.
They notice the dates
Not believing that fate
Gave them each other in so short a block
...
It wonders her mind
That a wrinkle in time
Brought her this man that she loves to be near
She warms to his touch
And to his caring,  so much    
Her doubts are evaporated with her fear
....
He still has not defined
That little wrinkle in time
That cast him into her heart
But he nestles so close
And his heart has a hope
That no one can drive them apart
....
For now, you can see
That we, you and me
Have a gratitude to offer above
For that wrinkle in time
Gave to us, each other to find
And the beginnings of a new way to love

Sandra Bushell (c) SatinFrog@aol.com

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THE EYE DANCE

I love to play the eye dance
it's like a slight split
second blink of
eye contact.
You feel the gaze,
but when you look 
they...
look away.
Only for that slight, split
second blink of 
eye contact
you positively feel
THE VIBES.
I look. 
You Look...
You dance.
You look. 
I look...
I dance
Until...
We dance together.

AkiLah (c) jazisag@mindspring.com

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CHOCOLATE MOUSSE

All day
I've waited
wanted
imagined
tasted in my mind
chocolate mousse
tonight's dessert

All day
thoughts of him
danced through my mind
I taste 
the richness of his smooth chocolate skin
in my mind
tonight
I shall have him
and he shall taste sweet

The spoon
heavy in my hand
Is it the anticipation of his taste?

Sterling silver
antique
glowing with age and love
cherished for its value
no longer monetary
deeper
deeper
more heartfelt
unspeakable love
this spoon 
reminiscent of my childhood
older than my mother's mother
crafted with pride from days gone by

Adonis
he looks like Adonis
with skin glistening from his workout
he's breathtaking
beautiful
chocolate

How could pudding 
look so inviting

I hear my name
who's calling me?
is it him?
does he know
he's a delectable treat to my eyes
chocolate mousse
not on my diet
the creamy smooth taste is calling me
or is that him?

I need 
to taste him
to feel his velvety smoothness 
against my tongue
to let the sweet pudding
slide down my throat

as the spoon slips into the mousse
a slow moan escapes my throat

All day
I've waited for this

Slowly, 
savoring the moment
I raise the spoon to my waiting mouth
salivating in anticipation
of the cool chocolate 
within my hot, feverish mouth

His shoulders invite my lips
his chest begs for my tongue
slowly
I trail my mouth 
across the waves that are his abdomen

Mmmmmmmmm
chocolate mousse
never tasted so good

Nicole McLean (c) nmclean@nafcunet.org

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FIRST SNOW

The sky now sifted white
To cover mounds of leaves
That fell from autumn trees
Prepared for winter's blight.

Its purpose was to please
With floating bits of air
That melted in our hair
And settled on our sleeves.

But winter's gift--to share
The beauty of serene,
Of cool, bright and clean--
Was frozen in despair.

Our memories turned at last
To endless winters passed.

Gale Kenton Collins (c) gcollins@swsnocal.com