The Crude Lover.

Never did I, a vagabond lover, belong anywhere.
The air so uncared for, I breathe at heights, where carcasses dare.

Oft I kick the dust at country roads.
Sometimes I become one with the serene abodes.

Sharper skylines, colorful cities, customary musty smell,
I lay with the lie to be with the truth to duel.

I am a clandestine lover, your lover, though incognito you are,
let thyself know, this love is crimson, sans any scar.

You know why I love you,
for my loyalty to the emotion of love is due.

Here and There: Two

A pit was dug in to clean the muck.
The scraper stood lame denied of means and luck.
He forgot he had able limbs.
He forgot he could think!

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Sun sets.
Fireflies glow.
Stars shine.
Moon lays down.
Then the crimson dawn.

In a matter of hours, I'll be sightless by the redundant light.

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Love pours, she drenches.
The taste, the kiss quenches.
For another moment, he longs.
Awaits a melody of bittersweet songs.