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We stroll at night and there is the cobalt blue breeze on our defiant arms
we are fading to midnight while fireflies die, blinking out
with the heat and the water bleeding from the morning-after air
smelting.
your loquaciousness
a swelling of words an ebb a flow
a purification, in my silence, a melting of my ore-world
into a solid solitary spiraling element:
pair of dirty stumbling sockfeet picking their way
across the dewgrass and your body is singing.
You burn in this ashdark like molten gold.
I will douse all my flaws
in your lion's perfection
and I will mold us both
into one useless lump of flawless metal
we will be whole as I could never be
without you.
we are fading to midnight while fireflies die, blinking out
with the heat and the water bleeding from the morning-after air
smelting.
your loquaciousness
a swelling of words an ebb a flow
a purification, in my silence, a melting of my ore-world
into a solid solitary spiraling element:
pair of dirty stumbling sockfeet picking their way
across the dewgrass and your body is singing.
You burn in this ashdark like molten gold.
I will douse all my flaws
in your lion's perfection
and I will mold us both
into one useless lump of flawless metal
we will be whole as I could never be
without you.
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your breath in mine.
A budding passion, once encouraged, can turn insatiable.
Delectable as éclair, though its taste, is far more forbidden.
Satisfied only by an unspoken language of tongues entwined.
A flush of ecstasy heats the senses, entices and gratifies.
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Wretched love of mine
Right from the start till the very end,
A life built on lies, castles in the sand,
Was never meant to be part of what you had
And now it's gone.
Thin lines you wrote I had time to read,
Chose not to look yet though you plead,
Always pushed aside everything you felt
And now you're gone.
All I had to feel, the longing
This time it's real, I mourn you
Warm by my side
This wretched love of mine
Baby please believe it's better this way,
Before I tuck you in and walk away,
All the time I'm finding more reasons
Cuz now we're gone.
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Snare
& she prefered her hind leg caught in those
greedy teeth
her trapp-ed-ness : her happiness
his puncture marks & their bittersweet ooze
to hold her; to let her
in her last moments
belong to him
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Written this summer, dreaming about midnight escapades
I love nature and who
doesn't
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Written this summer, dreaming about midnight escapades
I love nature and who
doesn't
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you really like lions , don't you ?