Forensic Evidence of peace

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To write erotic poetry-and master phrases
that express desire, with fire-stoked passion

-I long for that- But I notice things
like the used coffee cups, hurriedly placed at the precipice of the steps.
-teetering on the edge-Rustled tree branches
in the warm brush of air, -the leaves turned upward
to taste the heat of summer’s sun-

And the way the grass lingers, -arched after the gentle breeze
kisses the ground.

by J R Shaw