Misha Allport Poems

Limpid eyes, quiet reticence
Reflections in the granite
Distant repose from my heart
Our tired souls find union
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Quasi tactile contact and taste
A light, ghostly attempt to touch
Wet and tender, a sensuous attempt
My woman's lips-Baby, Beer and Love
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Sparkling golden eyes above a Portuguese smile
Tenders forth romantic Westphalian treasures
Bright colours, cold days and verdant splendor
Quiet, gentle, dignity on a Cearan afternoon
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It moves below;
in a tender flow;
like a quiet show;
in a difussed glow;
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Calls to me;
to sip a tea;
smell a glee;
not be free.
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Hilton always knew it was there
Twisting, turning-a current rare

Waiting, foreboding to his soul
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Removal from within the joy and the bliss
At eternity's edge stand lovers that kiss
The current and the flow of time they miss
Mishka, Dusishka, passion in ancestral Nis
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Misty, ethereal and lost within
Verdant, fertile where I've been
A pearly cirrus encases my skin
Zhenah Macedonia - yang and yin
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