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Yeats1 is a 43 year old single guy from Hermosa Beach, Ca, California, USA.
"A room without books is like a body without a soul"--Cicero Biography: I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. After graduating high school, I drove a 1972 Super Beetle across the country and ended up settling in Hermosa Beach, California. I was a history major at the University of California, Los Angeles. I am a published poet and the author of two books, Geneva, a Novel and Search Your Self: 365 Meditations for the Mind, Body and Soul, which was published by William Morrow. I also have written extensively for the Internet. As a hobby, I teach sheep herding and compete in herding competitions. Me and my dog Apollo were featured on CNN. I still reside in Hermosa Beach. I live with my nine-year-old son Dylan and our new dog, a red Border Collie named Flash.
Feb 15, 8:52pm
From THE LOVE POEMS OF MARICHIKO
Cleansing
VII

Making love with you
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.


XII

Come to me, as you come
Softly to the rose bed of coals
Of my fireplace
Glowing through the night-bound forest.


XXV

Your tongue thrums and moves
Into me, and I become
Hollow and blaze with
Whirling light, like the inside
Of a vast expanding pearl.


XXXVIII

I waited all night.
By midnight I was on fire.
In the dawn, hoping
To find a dream of you,
I laid my weary head
On my folded arms,
But the songs of the waking
Birds tormented me.


XLV

When in the Noh theater
We watched Shizuka Gozen
Trapped in the snow,
I enjoyed the tragedy,
For I thought,
Nothing like this
Will ever happen to me.


LV

The night is too long to the sleepless.
The road is too long to the footsore.
Life is too long to a woman
Made foolish by passion.
Why did I find a crooked guide
On the twisted paths of love?


LX

Chilled through, I wake up
With the first light. Outside my window
A red maple leaf floats silently down.
What am I to believe?
Indifference?
Malice?
I hate the sight of coming day
Since that morning when
Your insensitive gaze turned me to ice
Like the pale moon in the dawn.

--Kenneth Rexroth