Marcus McKinley

I like, your taste...
I like, your style...
I like the thoughts
behind your smile.
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Your existence makes my spirit rush
Pressed lips upon my skin
Quivers my soul with a simple touch
Stoking the gemstones fire deep within
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Gradually rocking, drifting, swaying
Your whole life viewed, through a sliver
Soft ocean waves gently tucking in
Cherished is, this final glimmer
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It is in your actions, your words
Your backwards glance
In the moments of chance it manifests
Deep within a heaving breast, a sigh
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Lead me there
To your favorite chair
Sit me down
Fingers through hair
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Morning starts with my ringing alarm
It pommels my senses
Like a seasoned pugilist
Taunting me to strike back
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I close my eyes and
the lids like screens reveal my dreams
It seems, time has aged all hopes of
any accomplishment the future holds
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Her soft touch and soft smile
Stayed with me awhile but, for tonight
Distant are the shores and cries of my plight
Not in this life, not in this light
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I have yet to write my greatest work
Pondering and postulating, in words diverse
Each poem ‘till then a mere rehearse
Toward the work of greatest verse
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Can love exist on the back of a pack mule?
Occasionally resting to drink in the hopes of a dream
Exhausted and weary, dreary the journey
Thirsting unperturbed with no in-between
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The darkness looms
Evil blooms
An effervescent aroma
Fills the air
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I have recently discovered
Beauty is in kindness
Due in part to my recent
And gradual blindness
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And, so you say
And I, so say
I want to get you in every way
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I knew you were trouble
That very moment
You caught my eye
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Strolling through, I with you
Blooming, colorful meadows.
Anxious sweat in palms.
Each breath you give
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Hello my beautiful water nymph
My anguished heart seduced by thee
Through eyes forlorn I yearn to see
Your flowing hair and supple beauty
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'my friend, judge not me,
Thou seest I judge not thee.
Betwixt the stirrup and the ground
Mercy I asked, mercy I found.' William Camden
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Bystander
Demander
Roof over head
Food in the fridge
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You see, I can’t love you
My heart belongs to another
and another, and another and you
It’s true, I just can’t love you
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If it is wrong for me to say, I love you
I love you, is not what I said
All the days I’ve been thinking of you
Saying, I love you, in my head
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