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My Swan

May we all find someone who speaks the same language.

Richard M. Ankers - Author

She sings
A song
Of love
That’s gone
Beside
The lake
My heart
Does break
Her hair
So pure
Her eyes
Demure
Her wings
Are clipped
But soul
Un-dipped
For in
Her voice
My love
Rejoice
Now dare
I ask
Her hand
My task
For she’s
My one
My girl
My swan
The dream
Made real
Time to
Reveal

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My personal hallucination

I can almost touch,

Haunting me

In the crevasse I can’t get to,
apical points of impact…

It’s the
whippoorwill call
in the dappled moonlight
of the willow…

It echoes like the
melancholy call
of the lake loon
at dawn…

The stinging kiss
of autumn
crisp with knowing
winter’s touch
waiting to steal steam from lips

It’s clouds fallen
from heavenly heights
twined with tall grasses and
Queen Anne’s Lace
cradled in the hollows
beckoning me
to walk
a specter through a memory
and know the longing
of heaven here.

Merciless memory

You come haunting

Again

Unbeckoned

Synapse

 jolt me back

Time warp 

20 years past…

Have mercy…

Let me forget…

Feather whisper trails 

Along the nerve paths

Of my neck

Breathing loves’ memory

Of a real kiss 

from Lips 

looking for my soul. 

Humanity…

i like your movements and sounds…

Nostalgic and comforting…

I dont need your corporeal

Being with my coffee. 

Just let me hear you,

Near but not with me. 

This transaction has meaning…

Don’t come too close, or stay

I don’t understand…

Your ways,

Your wants,

… And I’m scared to know,

I don’t care to. 

Joy…

I want you back

I want to feel you flip my stomach at the site of a puppy

You hid from me when livelihood became the competition

You like any lover

Won’t tolerate 2nd chair

You want all of me

Or would rather have none at all. 

I feel…

lonesome…

As though I miss someone,

Something,

But I don’t know,

Who

Or 

What. 

I don’t 

want to love

Anymore. 

Love is dangerous. 

Especially

Unreturned

Echoing hollow. 

Creating only pain

Warped in

Wounding itself

Until it

Looks nothing

Like itself

Consuming itself.