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I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.

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I bid you peace.

Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte

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Monday, March 26, 2012

Love without games


The night is long in winter
Even in the deserts
Of Arabia
My lover waits there
Perfumed hair
Exquisite flesh
She sleeps upon a rug
Laid down
Over the desert floor
She waits for my approach
For I am hers alone
I love her to my very core
She has called my soul
By its secret name
And she knows me
Deeply
Truly
She is uncovered
But not undone
She is nude
But I am tamed
By her naive glances
At my being
She loves me
But she plays no game
No rules learned
No previous encounters
With other men
She is primal and filled with joy
In the act of love
I am taken in
Given over to emotions
Men rarely show
To others