Instead of counting hours or minut
I will count each new moment
As if it were a day
And perhaps when my time comes
I will find

The duality of man
in this I am not ashamed
for I take more than solace from t
the lover with many names and form
all of which can be perceived

she brings me
her drink
to
try
the sweet

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Hey mister
Where are you going
While she’s showing
Her wares on the corner
Hey lady

*when asked to describe Eve
she is not tied to any particular
for it is the power of her passion
in its myriad of forms
which draws me in

Winter is past approaching
The crunch of dead leaves
And frosted grass underfoot
I breathe in the icy air ... The
Exhaling life itself

you who have birthed
a million poems...
whose eyes have seen
whose hands have touched
whose lips have tasted

Listen closely
Do you hear it
The voice inside
Wanting desperately to scream out
If it had but air and mouth of its

the lemon
drops
whilst the
sugared
kiss

shaking
more
than her
ass
so sweet

Como me preocupo por ti mi amor
Yo pienso a ti todo el tiempo
Te quiero a ti con todo de mi cora
Tu eres el amor de mi vida