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Poem: Walking Down an Old Pier Still Changing

Walking down the old pier at sunset
In the shadows of twilight I see
Ghosts sitting at the waters edge
Toes dipped into water cool for May
The heat of summer still months off
Still they linger with toes going numb
Talking and laughing over cups of coffee
Hoping the caffeine will keep them going
Until the earth eclipses the moon

Poem: A Masochistic Love Letter to a Reluctant Sadist

The whip licks at my back
Like the tongue of an angry lover
Leaving her blood red kisses
In luscious lines down my spine
Exquisite excitement entangled
With excruciating agony teasing
Further aggression in your anger
At my apathy lacking anguish