A Fine First Mate (a poem)

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#5 of Poems

In my low points, I think of my love. I love them. They love me. They make me happy.


Lying awake seeking sleep and I don't dream of you.

I see you in my mind and I taste you on my lips.

For you are real and I'm enamored

You lift my sinking ship as it bobs the sea of dreams

For I don't dream you, you're real

Perhaps there is you in all and I just hope for some of me in you

Lest we spend forever hoping for more than a dream.

I don't dream, not of you

You're my reality and I'm yours

We sail together across the sea of dreams to land of real

I couldn't ask for a better first mate

Reset Not Restart (a poem)

I'm drawn to it but I'm drawn to other things too. I failed but I'm not a failure. I feel bad for now but I will recover. I was doing well and can do so again. I relapsed but I learned. I lost but I became...

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Good Girl (AS "P")

"Good girl!" Those words whipped around her ears, gliding down and across her eardrum, rumbled in her brain, zipped down her nerves. "You're being such a good girl for me!" Again, fissures of pleasure beat against her two fold, one from...

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"Submit" (a poem)

"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...

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