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| Below is a story and poems by Michael: Here it is Valentines Day and my finances, well, they couldn’t finance poverty. But, finding two shinny new pennies in my coat pocket, I am off to find my lady something appropriate for this special occasion.To most people in this day and age two cents aren’t worth bothering with, but I possess a creative mind and an adventuresome spirit; so I will acquire nothing less than the Hope Diamond to please my love. After spending three hours in the down town part of our city, I am close to giving up. The only thing that keeps me going is that in my heart I believe these shinny objects are really magic pennies. Those things that come mysteriously in our live when we need them most. And I know something will happen. At the edge of town, I turn the corner and walk past an eight foot high cinderblock fence; from the other side comes the barking of dogs. Curiosity gets the better of me, so I scramble up and get hold of the top of the fence and struggle to pull myself up. To my utter amazement there is a vast flower garden filled with the colors of a Monet pallet. And then I spot - white carnations as pure the love for my lady. There are also two large dogs, Doberman Pinschers, eyeing me as if they had not seen dinner for a week. Their barking brought out the malformed proprietor, kin to Quasimodo. And I watch as he loads his shotgun with buck shot and rock salt. With mocking amusement, he stalks my way. I jump back to get out of his sight and hope he hasn't seen me. I hear him call his dogs, Lucifer and Beelzebub, to him; so I try quietly climbing again. From where I am, I can see him and his two cohorts patrolling the grounds. If only I had some way of distracting them. Reaching into my pocket, I find two metal objects. Smiling, I fling them, as hard as I can, over the top of the greenhouse to the back of the property. The metallic clang draws their attention and off they go to investigate. Jumping down, I start grabbing the flowers as fast as I can. Keeping low, I stuff the carnations, roots, dirt, stems and god knows what else into my pockets and anywhere else I can find to put them. I have my prize! From over my shoulder come the snarling flesh ripping sounds of the hounds of hell! Was my life on this planet over? Would I be deprived of the pleasure of gazing into your eyes one last time, of the fee! your silky skin, of the moistness of your lips of____ of_____ of _____of _____. There I am, tears running down my face; frozen in fear, a blubbering mass of spineless jelly. Is this the end; a piece of dog meat, or even worse, an inevitable piece of dog shit? The one thing I hate most in the world! Then the Demons of Satan attack! Screaming your name, I claw, punch, kick. club and climb. Then it happens and I am over! Over!!! Over the fence; and with a thud, I hit the ground on the other side. There I lay in a pool of blood contemplating my position; no flowers, my magic pennies - gone. They had no magic left in them anyway. I have nothing to bring back to my love. I pull myself to my feet, forlorn and empty, I shamble home. There is something sticking the side of my leg, rubbing as I limp on? I reach my hand under my coat and into my pants and to my surprise - a carnation, the flower for which I risked my life. The carnation is red. stained with my love. To you, I give this flower on Valentines Day.
as children of Adam hand in hand we run loving and laughing naked in the sun (forever you and I)
soaking in the hot springs exhausted from the pleasure the communion of life are the moments I treasure (forever you and I)
with seclusion that conceals skinny dipping along the river your erect nipples reveals the thrill of a gentle shiver (forever you and I)
how high we fly dancing a cross the skies the wind in your hair and lust in your eyes (forever you and I)
together we are complete with the feelings we share for when our eyes meet there's magic in the air (forever you and I) days are short and nights grow long as winter sings it's sad sad song tortured by the wind, snow and rain looking to keep warm trying to stay sane
gone is the time spent naked in the sun long hours filled with laughter and fun longing for summer and filled with despair for the flowers are gone and the trees are bare
even the birds know better than to stay going south searching for a warmer day its not that I like to moan and complain but a positive attitude is hard to sustain
lying in bed in the early morning hour looking through the window watching it shower to elevate my mood there's only one thing to do and that's to turn over and make love to you
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