The nature of life’s riddle
One cannot measure
There is enough to fuddle
And repent at leisure
When pleasure ceases to attract
Yet you experience it
A matter of fact
To hold you steady, not drift
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June 26, 2012
Anatomy
Your crooked smile foxed me
into believing I was in.
That I had solved the riddle without a clue,
enchanted the lock that knew no key.
Your eyes, half shut, whispered unknowable truths
of freedom, liberty.
A freedom with the potential to become ingrained
in the heart I used to call my own
but gave to you, recklessly loaned indefinitely.
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