http://slow.writerscafe.org/tcpaessler The original writings of author tcpaessler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779878659 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The world has had enough poems of you from me?then it must suffer anotherfor if I write of youit is not that I want to writebut because I mustthe words that build up in meare water behind a damalready overfullyou who hold my heartas one holds their breathfor fear of losing itin the same wayI am bein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957308/ light falls enrapturedon golden tussled hairand fair, fair skincheeks still emblazonedwith the burning flag of passionthat is always consumed too soon.I feel it too."if this were the last time,would it have been enough?"a lifetime of "no"s http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957306/ a passing vibration.an excitement of particlesand wiggling of bonesthrough nerves to the brain. a name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957303/ He wept, that he could no longer cryand said this:"what am I to do?I still feel it deep.what am I to do?denial creeps insideand I am fain to believe in spite of myself."The whole head is sick.The whole heart is cancer.The dreams are of violence.The fantasy, sacrosanct.I have taken my choicest wine a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957301/ you love meyou do.do you love me like a morning mist?do you love me like a childhood friend?do you love me as a mother her childor like you love a good meal?do you love me like the ring I gave youor like you love a good nap?do you love me like a new pair of shoes?do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957297/ I can no longer wait for youas the watchman waits for the morningthe hours already grow longand I must go east through this dark nightI can no longer wait for youas the world waits all through the winterthe seed is already against the soiland must break free into life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957295/ it is not as though I think of you oftenor find a stray thought of youlingering outside the door of my consciousnessthat I remember you upon my bedor that a smell or taste or sightbring you suddenly into beingI do not catch myself absently caught in your imageI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957294/ who was I, to have seen the face of God?transfigured in ecstasy, raised upon my altarthen a goddess in reposefingers and toesglimmers of hopethat she'd not be fleetingbut can you see her face and live?who was I, to have seen the face of God?blindl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcpaessler/957292/