I gazed upon you
Golden hair ’round sunlit eyes
Painted, tinted skin
Careful with your cigarette
White smoke drifting to blue skies
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
I gazed upon you
Golden hair ’round sunlit eyes
Painted, tinted skin
Careful with your cigarette
White smoke drifting to blue skies
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
Turquoise now your hue
Colours changing with the breeze
Winter lips embrace
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
Unending side by side,
Encased in stony tomb,
A sight for folks to gaze upon,
Gripped forever in death’s womb.
Hands clasped now together,
As in life we held on tight,
Wondering future maybes,
In silent breezes of the night.
Buried are our bodies
In this dark, dank, musty place,
But our love goes on forever,
In the Universal space.
No stone to turn and bind us,
No dark to cover light,
Freedom through the galaxies,
Souls fleeing in full flight.
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
Arrows of darkness,
Shades of night,
Fly over my windowsill.
Waiting, hoping, bated breath,
Could they be signs of you?
Smooth butterscotch skin,
Silken touch,
My fingers gliding, sliding.
Gently, softly, touching here,
Glide, touch down beside me.
Stretching so lightly,
Breathing soft,
Light ephemeral shadow.
Transparent yet real,
Dream to feel,
My deep wounded heart you heal.
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Where moonbeams flicker
Through windows of slatted vines
There you will find me
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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An unknown person
Now become an intimate
Will be strange again
The nature of love is rare
Once unknown, then known, then gone
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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I read on
Deep in the imaginings
Of the cold winters morning
I lose me….
Gone the smile, the happiness, the dream,
Come the moment, lost I seem,
Dressed to kill and naked lie,
Dreaming of my loves gone by,
‘Tis but a lucid, momentary thought,
That task to do, the one I ought,
Yet here I lie, in sheets of blue,
Wait, with bated breath, for you.
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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In the lee by the shore
I waited
My heart battered and sore
My lifelong love
She hated
Me more than ever before
I ‘d done the deed
I shouldn’t
Taken more than was my need
Forgive me now
She wouldn’t
No love comes guaranteed
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Springtime shines through you
Being Pure Transparency
Waiting for the sun
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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