C. Michael Miller Biography

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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