What roads diverge in my soul,

of love and desire.

To travel on a wooded road,

to make camp and read poetry

by a warm fire.

I’ve told people I’m a counselor,

a craftsman of words.

But …

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Love Poem

Let me gently hold your heart

blowing warm air into it

like a burning fire,

stoking the lingering burnt embers

that lay beneath your sole.

As I fan the heat inside you

you’ll taste my …

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