MacGregor Tagliaferro

The day we met
Stands apart
From all the other days
In my memories
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Dear pretty muse, open your eyes,
How can I sleep when you lie near?
Were I with you all night I could,
From sleep be free and never need.
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Amid the mystic fields of dreams
I wandered, and came on a grave.
Breathlessly still was all around
Yet breathin' with an easy heart;
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Those eyes that set my thoughts and dreams on fire,
Those winsome lips that hold my heart in chains,
Those lovely legs which conquered my desire,
That wit which of my thoughts does hold the reins
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He was so tired
He had not slept well
He needed to check on the horses
He needed to split and stack some wood
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When it was all over
He returned to the house
He went up into the bedroom
And saw her dress
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I remember, longingly, when
Your lips, which I adored, would touch
Mine, and your lovely fingers clutched
My heart, and I in turn clutched yours;
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We woke early in the mornin'
I brought her coffee in bed.
We worked out then washed each other
I started writin' on the porch
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Sun shinin' down
Stars fill the sky
Give me shelter
Though without you
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Thinkin' of Paris
Always begins and ends
With thoughts of you
and how you brought
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He finally stopped talkin'
A wave of relief washed over him
Surprised how easily came the words
As easily as how the words came
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She opened his latest letter
And looked at the picture enclosed
She read the letter; then again
She looked at the picture and smiled
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She asked, What was I sad about?
Why am I sad? Let me count the ways
There is an undercurrent
Of sadness in me
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Now; old and grey and tired, done with the day,
By the fire with this book and a whisky,
Slowly readin', and dreamin' of that look
Your eyes had in the lengthening shadows;
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Every
Damn day
Every
Dark day
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Something magical happens
In bein' with a woman
Who can hold the heart and soul
Of an inamorato
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Full woman, supple flesh, hot moon
Thick smell of pine trees down by the river
What obscure brilliance opens between two lovers
What ancient need does a woman touch with her senses
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Ever come across a picture
That stops you for a moment
Because the picture reminds you
Of a time or a place or a someone?
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Outside

Cold
Wind blows
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Dreamed we were in The Court of Two Sisters
The slow green fans turnin' in the courtyard
The green napkins, the waiters all in green
In early afternoon, we ordered a big breakfast
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