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I Am Your Odysseus

Like Penelope, you have the power over me to make me cross oceans.

Ithaca, with all its suitors, fails to hinder the fury of my soul, when finished with its prolonged tours, as it is mad with lust to see your body on all fours, aching hard for fire, burning into cinder.   Homer must have known the sound of moans like you...

His Armor

The Armor of my Knight

Standing on the ledge, Waiting for the knowledge. It never comes, Only wonder, Only worry, Only darkness, Full of fear. Riding up below the ledge; There you are. The Armor of my Knight, It protects me, It loves me, It honors me, It saves me, It has my hea...