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Armor Gone

Every day
You reach out to me
To touch
And unlash the straps
That keep my cuirass
Fastened to my chest

You feel the lines… 217 more words

Poetry

Turmoil

Who says one does not sleep in love?
What about the turmoils that exhaust you?

That dropping of my innards
At the whisper of her voice… 185 more words

Poetry

Running with the Wolves (revisited)

Moon

Full

Ripe

Shines on skin

Alabaster

Frost crunches

Under bare feet

Breath a vaporous cloud

Visible in the chill night air

I do not feel the cold… 82 more words

Poetry

The old warrior's cry

Perchance, it was a dream.

We were flesh and cheeks, decades ago

Marched the land with mud in our boots,

Courage in our faces and loyalty in our chests… 215 more words