In the Mist...

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When I woke up
I wasn't sure if
I was awake 
or dreaming.
Dawn hadn't broken
but night too chose
to withdraw.
Was it peace
or silence,
I couldn't make out.
Love that I received
also seemed 
like the other's 
need for pleasure.
The present moment
is so precious
that it just slips out
of your grasp.
A faint light
glimmers in the
mist
almost
painting my whole
life in that moment.

Sheer Joy

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Not wanting things
not dreaming wild
Just living 
the sheer moment.
Not clinging to
memories sweet
recalling the 
caresses
just loving
the sheer moment.
Not ashamed
to seek pleasure
not guilty
of seeking happiness
just lapping
the sheer moment.
Not afraid
to flex the flesh
nor scared to
scoop joy
just lobbing
the sheer moment.

Cast away

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Lonely in the company
of the elements
I am a cast-away
from a life
of pretence
of playing to the gallery
of pleasures pointless
Lovely it is being
so alone
by yourself
to be just yourself.

Wrapped in mist...

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Everything outside
wrapped in mist,
inside covered by mist
of memories piled
up, pain mixed
with pleasure
and doubts 
folding certainties.
I am all flakes of snow
falling all over
not needing to hold 
together 
my fragments of 
freedom
from the tyranny
of convention.
Let the mist grow 
to disappear.