where I have been cooped up. After all my lust and dead living I can still live with you. You want me to. You fix and bring me food. You forget the way that I have been.
The ocean moves and surges in the heat
of the middle of the day, in the heat of this thought I am having. Why are not all human resistances
burning up with this thought?
It is a drum and arms waving. It is a bonfire at midnight on the top edge of a hill, this meeting again with you.
I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.
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