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Somewhere down the rural road
you push the button for the country station
and amongst the trees
the burning asphalt
a slow drawl pours lazily through the air.
Driver picks the music, you declare,
and I finish — Shotgun shuts his cakehole,
as sunlight shifts smoothly, white and whole,
and about our hair there slithers a breeze.
The fragrant smell of grass fresh mowed
blows toward us from a nameless location;
but it matters little — you drive without halt
and my mind fills with nameless elation.
And then you are most dear to me.
It is then, as miles swim past the window,
your warmth plays perfect against the afternoon;
your careless singing is out of tune,
but your shining laughter is the freest I know.
Faster and faster you drive us still,
cursing cyclists and thundering down hills;
snatches of leaves fly by, until
finally the road is all I see.
And then there is you, all you are and will be.
you push the button for the country station
and amongst the trees
the burning asphalt
a slow drawl pours lazily through the air.
Driver picks the music, you declare,
and I finish — Shotgun shuts his cakehole,
as sunlight shifts smoothly, white and whole,
and about our hair there slithers a breeze.
The fragrant smell of grass fresh mowed
blows toward us from a nameless location;
but it matters little — you drive without halt
and my mind fills with nameless elation.
And then you are most dear to me.
It is then, as miles swim past the window,
your warmth plays perfect against the afternoon;
your careless singing is out of tune,
but your shining laughter is the freest I know.
Faster and faster you drive us still,
cursing cyclists and thundering down hills;
snatches of leaves fly by, until
finally the road is all I see.
And then there is you, all you are and will be.
Literature
insurmountable, the horizon obscured
an ocean
is only as in-
surmountable
as your eyes
can carry me
sunrises
like kisses
or twilight in-
habit, stay
the horizon
obscured,
blinks in-
tense, shy
or wilt away
irises nest
like bruises
or irises in-
bloom.
Literature
ocean eyes.
do you see me?
we sat by the ocean's edge, your bright eyes gleaming in the intimate gaze of twilight. we sat by the edge, watching the waters dance, listening to the waves' tranquility. a cool breeze ruffled your hair as you absently poked at the sand, unaware of my tentative gaze. you are beautiful, and so is nature, but i never liked the ocean until i saw your eyes.
you began to speak, words that kissed the air between us with every breath you breathed, the way i wanted to kiss you. i listened to every word you spoke, even when you looked away from me and began to speak to the shore instead. you spoke of an experience, the feelings it el
Literature
Moral Letters to Lucilius
My dear Lucilius.
Once again I encourage you to ponder
The virtues of temperance
And tranquillity.
My dear Lucilius.
Long have I written to you incessantly,
And told you tales of brave souls
That you might copy them.
We are both making great progress.
My dear Lucilius.
Our friends tell me
That in your party nights you pass by my house
And sing just a bit lower
So as not to wake me up.
I have indeed a light sleep,
Though not from cares,
But from the light electric the gods
Planted inside me,
In my spirit,
And that keeps me up at night
While I write to you.
My dear Lucilius.
Tell me news. Some say
That every night you sing
Until your lips stiff
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