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The Poetry of Russ Allison Loar
When She Says I Love You
When she says,
I love you,
I awaken to the world.
I see the exquisite tracery of trees against the hills at sunset,
The rich hues of hills against the mountains,
The full measure of mountains against the sky,
The amber soaring sky against heaven.
I hear voices speak inside myself,
The voices of all who pass by,
All so kindhearted and friendly now.
I understand the language of dogs and birds,
Of babbling babies pushed along in strollers.
They smile and greet me,
Saying: Yes, yes!
It is wonderful to be loved!
I feel the edge of evening coming on now,
So cold against my cheeks.
Oh God,
The rapture!
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Today Is Her Birthday
Today is her birthday,
And each year as I grow old,
On this day I will measure
Her mark upon my soul.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Past, Present, Future
Lust is easy to explain.
Biological,
Sociological,
Innate urges powered by repression,
By obsession.
Animal.
Yes, you awaken the stalking beast within,
But something transcends,
Filling me with your past, present, future.
I look into your eyes and see all the ages of your life,
All the ages of our lives together.
You look into my eyes and smile,
And though we’ve just met,
The past, present and future of our lives, assemble.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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When I Am With You
There is a part of me that awakens
When I am with you.
Not that I had forgotten.
No,
I remember everything.
The blush on your cheek,
The tiny pink ribbon on your delicate white dress,
The curve of your shoulder,
Your restless sleep.
All my memories are charged with emotion,
But they are reflections of the past.
When I am with you
There is a part of me that awakens,
That memory cannot recreate.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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