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“Your eyes, magnificent in shape; your form is a plaza of many stands, each showing ripened fruit for the occasion; and how I would hold a pair of breasts alike pears to be swallowed whole.”
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Before me, you sit with a sorry stare at a rimTo a glass made of the fibers of sand,Love is a breath in the air for our breath,As sweet as the redness in your hairAnd as bitter as the very sight of death,As the very sight of what sticks out in your mind. A face…
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I crawl atop, And I falter beneath, The swimming tears in eyes of emerald, Your face is the picture of immaculacy, In this dreaded room. Come kiss me, beloved, With all your majestic might, This future has never been doomed, Because, as I see above, I see also the night. I see the stars and…
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Lay with me, as the world sunders itself, Go beyond with me, to the lines that seem themselves To surrender, and surrender more To the tragedies and comedies of love. We are, in arms, crying and laughing, beautiful as one, In our eyes, we hold sweet nectar, And also, Bitterness to the wetness That smear…
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Glaring devotion, seems to Keep you So warm. From loyalty, to that burning furnace, Upon bed sheets made of fans, To frenzy the flame, That spreads over your gloss, A shimmer to your form. There is beauty crawling atop, All the fragrance that has me Succumb to it. There is nothing so tragic, As to…
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There is love in the air, And not much to share. There is love in the air, And not much to wear. There is hatred upon our lips, And too much to bear. There is hatred upon your lids, Drawn down like curtains, Bruised into black and blue, Like nude drapery with tears Upon the…
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I long, and simply long, For scent of longest hair, and eyes of furthest stare, We are but two forms upon this Earth, With steps so shallow in the mud, And faces so tranquil, As though starving buds, with quivering temples, And blasted bodies, By the wind and sand. I am in love, and have…
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All beauty has creases,Like the notes embedded in flame.Searing to touch,Alike flesh raised hot from a wilted quilt.Alike the composer who espies arrogance,More from audience,Than from his eyes. A beauty raised,A song praised.A love most wanted beneath sheets of flame,Notes of sighs,Words of moments,And never goodbyes. Love is a kind messenger,With flame for its movement.…
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Come with folded wings,Never releasing a hold,Upon one memoryCaught beneath your feet, and your talons.For you are a bird of preyWith wings both clipped by me. Your tears are like petals against your cheeks,Your tragedy is a place to put upon pagesSo blank like the love strippedFrom your now-hardened heart. I have only one care,To…
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These formed words are natural and silent,Words of the devotion I have foundNecessary to commit,Upon herself, the nude blessing in flesh and white.Her eyes show Heaven,While her heart once showed Hell.Here, my doubt swims like the flames beneath me,As I undress her to the surest sign,Of my loving fingers against warmth. There is space between…
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Entrance me,Captivate me,In stunning eyes,And nuptial glare. The beauty surrounds,All my childish fondness,I am but a weak little thing,In the territory of your arms. The memory of myself,In the heat of unquiet,Is the time a face appeared,That was your own,A face of frailty and an open mouth,That whispered the qualms away. A mother in the…
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Make a smile, for a token, to see love eternal,Our moment cannot be stale,In the haze of fear, without a paradise to conquer,Without a home that we cannot seeItself to age, alike to us, and we’ll not remain young.No love, not even the right sort,Has ever conquered time,I will see beauty perish, and see your…
Modern Romanticism 