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Observations from the Jungle
July 6, 2000
He brings out his poetry
"It's not much, but it is mine"
"Don't read that one"
"Keep in mind I've written much better"
He wonders why she's losing interest
Write it to her...
Write it now...
And let the words tumble
free from your lips.
Her heart will sing...
to your song.
But no....he sits, watching
...impotent.
While she reads, bored
and looking for her exit.
July 8, 2000
Tight, turquoise trunks
on tan muscled body
Feel blood moving
remembering hot summers past
delicious, sunburnt romance
My dreams more passionate
than life today
Sitting in the jungle
sipping decaf soy chai
Watching, wishing, wanting
I'm not that old
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