C.R. Blazo

A blue-green birthing of me
Frothy sloshing with salted smell
I glide in the current
And I bobble in the swell
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The year is 1979.
Hello father
I am your son
You and mom have a wonderful chance
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Elevated above touch
To descend on pillows
Wrapped and caudled
Bare no marks
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Spires rise above
The brow of the amazed ascends
In awe of a woodlands cohesion
Limestone boulders protrude, not elude
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Shockingly crisp, clean air
Waking us from slumber
Cotton candy sunrise
Blaze a frozen desert
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Winding path among ancient giants
Ancient Redwoods tower over her and I
We have our packs on
And boots tied tight
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Calico fur
Grandmother's quilt
Insanity creepeth
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A frost descends
Encasing me
A cocoon in kelvin
Wow this hurts
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A creaky screen door
On an Allegheny porch
Rolling rockers
On paint chipped planks
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The lighthouse flashed periodically
As I stood and watched the ocean's arms
Slap into the precipice of rocks
Rocks that sit there and get beat
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Wonderful advance
With smile and dance
Collapse your body on me
Bronze fawn skin
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We had some real great years
We laughed and joked
Drank and smoked
Passed the nights away
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He has a beautiful song
An ascending measure with a buzzy quality
He sits on low branches
Among semi-open areas
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I know a beauty
Even though we never met
She has my thoughts
She has my dreams
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My hand glides across your stomach
Feeling your skin tremble
With the velvet feel of a peach
And the taste of a peach you have
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In the morning
A wind blows into our backs
Being pushed by the hands of them
It stripped us of everything
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It only takes one
So I will make this quick
Touch nevermore
A click will do the trick
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