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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

The Crow Is A Black Bird

When I Start to Bloom

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)

All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

WHAT WAS ONCE SACRED

NOW SO RARELY IS...

THE INNER FLESH OF AN ELBOW OR A KNEE

THE QUESTION MARK CURVE OF A WOMAN'S NECK

AS HER HAIR IS PILED UP ON TOP OF HER HEAD

SEE HER AT THE MIRROR

MAKING HER DAILY MINISTRATIONS

FINGERS SLOWLY CIRCUMNAVIGATING THE PLANES

OF HER CHEEKS HER BROW HER NOSE

TODAY THERE WAS A WARM SHOWER AND THE SCENT

OF LAVENDER AND TUBER ROSE

IT STILL CLINGS TO THE MISTED MIRROR

SOMETHING THAT WAS ONCE SACRED SITS HERE

ON AN OLD VANITY CHAIR

PUSHING AT HER CUTICLES AND RUBBING LOTION

INTO HER PALMS AND THE SOLES OF HER GNARLED FEET

TOUCH CAN BE SO SOOTHING

SO SWEET

WHEN THE HANDS RECOGNIZE TREASURE

WE LOVE EACH OTHER BUT NOT ALWAYS

IN EQUAL MEASURE

BUT THE GREATEST LOVE OUGHT TO BE

HOW WE TREASURE OUR SACRED SELVES

AND THE COMPANY WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/26/2023 1:23 TIME AND DATE STAMPED PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
AND REGISTERED@ SITE TITLE#: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

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