C. Michael Miller Poems

I feel afraid when
the sea crashes
into my expectations...
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The land greets the passing of time with a solemn serenity.
A silent witness to all the countless years,
a faithful historian of all that transpires.
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From my vantage point your beauty flowers.

From my vantage point your belly undulates
as on a gentle ocean.
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The heat between them, she looks down at
her lover... that she should have a love...
a man such as him.
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I can’t figure her out, really.
She’s like a living poem... the
times too numerous to recall when
I've just existed in a daze,
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Long ribbons of her hair cover my chest.
Her sweet breath tickles my nose.

Idly, she sings a languid tune...
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he touches but
does not feel

he walks but
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She is a like cinnamon-scented dune beneath me.
Moonlight caresses her with mysterious shadows that
hold euphoric promise... her warm scent
creating nocturnal desires.
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because I need to breathe is why
i kiss you as often as I do.

because I need to see is why
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In the night sky, there are the stars,
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