Love
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All glimpses.Each fold in the bedsheetscradles me, closer.Wind me back,throughout the knots,the confusionsin time. You slipped withinthe hourglass.Your sands created these footprints,were foundations forfragile bridges. Watered eyes,growing gardens,a weed torn from its roots.There are still-life depictionsin the canvases of old art. You left the road for me to deny.Your arrival was a wasted petalbroken from…
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Wherever does the fragile heart race, when idle eyes go on, forever? Leave your trail where stars had gathered. Laughter from Heaven spoiled our springtime, turned leaves into poison as you set ruby to your Autumn lips. Your kiss granted me fatality. You lowered me to Hell, while I lifted you. Some bitter warmth from…
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Pull tighteyes that slept the night.Beneath the tantrum sun,there is fleshto trace of our feuds,to fulfill spacewithin the nude. We burn,scar our eyesin each other’s wars. Full, with crazeto turn the delusion,the fazeinto unrelenting reality. Within the storm,drawing cracks in the dust.Within our arms,folding clouds aroundinto further tension. Was it always this darkwhen pain is…
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Pale form, solid shapetorn to dark matter in herfaceless void. Why I, did notendeavor to cryfor the gracebrought out into space? Wings had danced, greaterin the joyless smiles,left for the fading soundscapes.For beauty that diesupon a stretched bough,hung there. Without answers, with murmursuttering the futile question, – as she stands, breaking herselfalong the waves,bandaging her…
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Without walking up to speed.Without the need to traceall details seen, – I can hold an hourglassto the rays, above,to the signs of graythat frost would smearall reasons to love,all methods to pray. Your own, your light for fullest viewto the symptoms of grace and sadness. I waited, into the next life,walking and swearing to…
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The time he kepthealing while injuringthe scars to reopen. Father, would youopen your mouth in shame?In knowingmy harrowing time,would you still lift me? You endedfor a rake, to gatheryour spirit and ashes. You ended upwithin your favorite lake,sinking with the multitude tearsthat stirred upon the inside. That time he leaptfrom his time in the fire,from…
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Find mecrying with eyes open.Put to sleepall fears, all sensationthat counted our momentsinto bright heat. You might crywith the sunkissing your eyes.You may wonder whylove did not grow its flowerswhen our gaze was lowered. You could tryto embrace silence,within the earth. Pass your gaze.Give your torchas it forces me to empathize,molding meto agonize. Silence, radiancewith…
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If you wereallowed to enterthese burning arms, readthe torn pages I have carried,no tears could escape you,no weather would erase you. Born onto the snowwhere petals lost their softness.Born to bebrought lowto the same furnace and flameof the biting frost,where we knelt. Watcherto the setting moon.Gathereramong the cherries of passion,burning in a different momentwhere breaths…
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All to crave,everything to breatheof the oceans in your eyes,to the life withinyour echoing cries. Since the sadnessspeaks in riddlesI am able to fathom.Since those trickling tearscan roam us in circles, – when thunder strikes,I see it coming. The same place, the spotwhere a kiss was loosenedfor the rocks. The love, the quivering fingersrepeat the…
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It wasn’t longwhen we said, we would touchbefore Heaven collapsed.I wasn’t strongenough to reversethe waves, the scarsthat would send us beneaththe unfading stars. From the ropewhere I found a puddle,crystallized.From the bridgecrossed, for an impossible love,collapsing for kisses lost – upon letters we never sent. Lamentour forever sighs,our lakes, dried into vapor. A kiss to…
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Walk a mile in your sunset.Draped, all over in the shine,the divine remembrance. With a curtain taken back.With receding eyes to notice Heaven.Twin lips, boldest,reddest with a touch offaint glimmer. Wide hips, frozen scarsfrom some other implement of warmth. Give your new waters, for another dipin the sea that a second woundcould set you free.…
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Suffer, in place of the blameupon the barest throat,where you,the love of mysteries, beginto whimper breaths, beginto savorthose moments, beforeyour coming death. Take your hand, cradle each finger.Recall moments we were childrenin the arms of fertile meadows. Glance your eyes watered of a garden,wide in language, closed in open sorrow.Vulnerable, undoable from a heartunable to…
Modern Romanticism 