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Siitting in the cool
wet sand,
Feeling the grainy,
earthy texture
Against my hands.

The water lapping
lazily at my toes,
The sun picking up
the gold in his hair,
my son.

Laughing as the surf
erodes the fruits
Of our afternoon's work.
Wading in the calm bay,
Looking back at the shore
Trying to freeze the frame.

Burn this image into my brain,
Carve it into my center
My heart wants to know it
forever.

No cameras, No Phones,
No photos.
Just me, just him,
The summer son
and I continue our
lovely swim.



When Love is a Drug
When love is a drug
It intoxicates
It teases
It promises,
It pleases.

When love is a drug
It surrounds you
It feeds you
It says
It will never leave you.

When love is a drug,
Nothing is real
An illusion
Meant to confound
And confuse you.

When love is a drug
You ache
You feel greed
You suffocate
You bleed.

When love is a drug,
It leaves
You feel like you want to die
You cry and pray
You can say Good-Bye.

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Liza Comment by Liza on October 27, 2009 at 5:47am
Nice poems!

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