Mystical Protection

It is raining
On the streets
I love best.

Your long hair
Is wet and falling
On slender shoulders

That the gods
Would love to caress.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Goddess

Goddess
Of my fragile dreams,
I’ll run my fingers
Through your hair.

I’ll kiss you
Slowly in the shower
Until there is nothing but love.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Lonely Butterfly Waiting to Become a Tattoo

The sweet incense is smoking,
A lovely aroma is wafted through the room,
I often float like a lonely butterfly
Without any place pleasant to land.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Cats Are Beautiful, But You Are, Too

It is raining again
In Detroit tonight, Susan.
I happen to think
It is pretty,
As pretty as you,
As pretty
As a hundred girls
Laughing in the park.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Return To Jesus

I return to Jesus
With a saddened heart
After being unkind
To a fragile friend.
Memorized prayers
Mingle with tears,
I always intend
To be born anew.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Prison of This Desire

My kisses try to reach your eyes but fail,
I feel like a kid who has spent his life in jail.
I’m in the prison of this desire,
And the days are unending.

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I’m Not a Cad, Mostly Not

Who can smile into the sunlight
And find God’s love in a dream?
I meant to kiss you at the park,
Cherish your heart,
And make promises
That would never end.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I’m Not Alone

I cry
On a remote mountainside,
Tears impossible to hide
From the mysterious, compassionate
Eyes of God;
I spend so much time alone,
But maybe I’m not alone.

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Smile Graveyard Truce

Smile graveyard truce:
I accept tombstones of doom,
I’ve abandoned promise,
I’ve abandoned love.
I’ve told death,
I’m your son,
Can we begin eternity?

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Grateful Man in the World of Women

I’m forty-three years old,
I’ve seen countless lovely women,
Some of them I’ve told
They’re beautiful.

If I cease to exist tomorrow,
How can I complain?

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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