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Whispers of Lust

Youthful souls emerge

My heart does not agree

It breaks at what has been shown

Sometimes you’re the bug and other times you’re the windshield

Smoke rolls from Embers

into the light

Ears twitch at each sound

Nose points up

Smells all around

Through the timber

and across the lake

Haunting loon cries call

ravens begin to echo warn

I want to be deafened by touch

Sensing only running chills

“Who is that old man in the mirror?” dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.

Deep breaths

Slowly exhale

Savoring what lingers

In the air

Come blow your horn