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Warm Joy Run

A fresh fever blush
blazes about morning melt,
every secret breeze brings peace.
A delicious desire of fools fire.
Remember brilliant blue urging through,
and her moment rose to speak.
Almost breathing salt skin whispers.
Spring dream beneath her belly,
naked night’s for velvet deep.
Linger smiling lips like wind,
dress together and warm joy run.

*TUA Online Coffee Shop, March/April 1998 *Poetry Magazine.com, Vol. III, No. IV, April 1998 *Abraxis; May 17, 1998 *Ariga Webzine; June 1998 *Nail’s Lunch Break E-zine; October 1998 *San Francisco Salvo; November 1998 *Realm Whispers, Vol. 1, 3rd Edition; January 1999

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