........The Poetry Of.
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Patrick Mooney ....................
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Sometimes he would stand up smoothly ....................
With an easy air of strength ....................
Limbs moving like liquid ....................
Holding a smile that was born decades ago ....................
When living in the city ....................
In love he moved like a fighter ....................
Cherishing the way the night fell ....................
As he wore it on back and chest ....................
Cooling the blood coursing through him ....................
He was power with no ending ....................
He was living a night with no dawn ....................
He was the love of all things ....................
He was all things night and lived each to its resolve ....................
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Sometimes he will stand up smoothly ....................
And walk outside scanning the dusk ....................
Looking into the darkness ....................
Wondering what is left. ....................
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This Poem Is Meant To Be Read Slowly
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We press things together ....................
Fingertips ....................
Lips ....................
Our bodies ....................
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I look into your eyes ....................
And you are there ....................
For me ....................
Briefly ....................
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Where are you tonight ....................
You are in my arms ....................
I feel god whisper ....................
As I move my fingers ....................
Through your hair ....................
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I thirst ....................
Your lips on my lips ....................
Your kiss cool on my cheek ....................
I want to know so much ....................
Want to know you ....................
Drawing the truth from you ....................
Like water from a well ....................
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Where are you tonight ....................
I look in your eyes ....................
We press things together ....................
This will be enough ....................
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Avalon
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He would see her there sometimes ....................
In her unadorned glory ....................
Like some rare bloom ....................
That might be overlooked ....................
If one moved too quickly ....................
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But she was more ....................
Ghost than flower ....................
Ebb than flow ....................
Indistinct ....................
Like the sadness he felt ....................
As she faded again ....................
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She was in his heart ....................
A map with no lines ....................
She left a blue emotion ....................
With no definition ....................
He felt as if ....................
He had sat down suddenly ....................
On a chair that was not there. ....................
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