Beauty
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An object lesson, seeking any disclosureTo this reminiscence of your naked form,Now bandaged by the treatment of ludicrousy.You were beautiful, in my arms,Showing breast,And whispered fable from two lips of pearl.You told me secrets, that daunted my mind,You closed upon me, pain that would not ever dieWithin yourself.And, outside myself, there is a sceneryOf Hell,…
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Beautiful womanWhom all will call as needing aid,The support from a thousand fountains,To drink from. Why do you require moreThan what I offer? Is it merely in a woman’s bloodTo be this expensive?To require this much effortFor your possession? I do not own you,But, I have won you.A golden heart, is what I have taken,And…
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How I love thee, mother of so many embraces,And I’ll cherish thee, with all the spilled many graces.And your hair, that which I see, to reveal how much you care,It is strewn about,Showing your negligence upon yourself,But, where are you to care for you? How I will kiss thee, mother of my Heaven,And I’ll wrap…
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Come to fall,As you may like, to do soTo my arms.Because, when I look above, to see what stands in grace,I am idle enough, to see the two arms like boughs,The two legs like boughs,The face that is alike the trunk with an impression,And so, I implore youTo fall, so that I may catchWhat should…
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I have shared a kiss, with loneliness,And have shared wine, with death, itself.I have felt music play upon my lipsDuring when I was lost, in love’s abyss. I guarded what cannot die,And, I guarded what should not have decayedTo be spread among the four winds,Before the times arrives. My love was a vanishing current,And this,…
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You plundered the blue,Off what was brand new,And show up as you knewAll to break throughMy heart, with jagged edges.And, it is broken in two,Though, the symmetry was never there,Those eyes of yoursCould never really stare,To see from beyond your falling hairThat coated your face,To notice not even a trace. I am a new manWith…
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How is your demise,Appearing, before your eyes?How are those closed lies,Looking, before your closed lids?How is every detail, quitting you,While you remember what is deemedOnly by you,To be necessary for memory? There are many things you should remember,But, you’ll only remember specifics,It is a pathetic way. How is your guilt treating you?Gutting you?Eviscerating you? How…
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Bled, we were, upon an ocean gulfTo spread South, to where distant heat resides.And, to heal, to kneel, with eyes upon the sun,And, to feel, to seal, our wounds with our own tears.You have a heartbeat that skipsStones upon the water’s surface.Lost, though found, on death’s own compound,Found, but bound, with Hell to hear for…
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Eternity is too true to be new,Like what had wetted her lips,As the softest gleam I ever knew,Like two petals,With one facing towards Heaven,And the other facing my feet,At the place she’d occasionally bleed. Beauty is always bound in the embrace of serenity,In that lock her and me, knew to beBoth warm and cold, in…
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No seething kindness, could ever subtractMy hands from crawling across your naked shoreline,From dancing upon your fragile neck,And allowing your breath to force itself forward.To the wind of my might,To the Hell of my sight. Little beauty, you seem to have cracked,Under the weight of a life gone alack. I give to you, my best…
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Glued, I am,Unto your porcelain hand,For there goes my lips,To kiss thy whiteness,Thy ghostly and ghastly selfWithin your turbulent Hell. And, among my beastly self,I’ve grown too old to tell,What awaits me, far down in Hell,Where I will sing among the loudest bells,Not among you, your form where I fell,To see the Earth’s shaken core.…
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She rose, so well, in the time of morning,Stilled, my finger was, worn and broken,At the still of morning, by what laces the sun,Being, her face, as I trace every line and curve,By that same finger. What a kindness, unto me!What a world, that enraptures me!Her disease, called love,Is a wonder, to still be aboveMyself,…
