Love
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Hand over your caressto skin, wounded with history.You are standing in the rain,reusing ink in each droplet, while telling a storyin different sized puddles. What reflections are thereto shatter you betweenour split hemispheres? I am connected,while you are holdingonto nothing but wind.I am receivingyour repeated words,declining in your circles, being outlined,being traced. Can we rearrange…
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Should we even dance,sharing these same creases?Pages are reduced to numbers,in countless memories. We neglect an understandingfor what’s become overgrown,what’s been overdone,overused in endless reminder. We pause at a turn,seeing what’s over our shoulders,listening to invisible hearts,deafened in what they’re telling us,beneath this falling rain. Thunder lights a matchat a settling of unanswered prayers,noting what…
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You were wipingyour twin’s reflectionfrom your favorite mirror.I have been eclipsingthis heart, from a different,unfamiliar reflection, for I want what’s similarto keep staring back at me,in those wires,those tangles. Threads were all we had,baring our flesh,after being reducedto ashes and vulnerability. Wilted forms, with screamsto the burial of thornsinto uncovered flesh. I love to see…
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I am choosing betweenstepping stones, landing zones,hoping to fall somewhere,in between. As I am losing tothis heart that’s sunken beneath,you strive for that smile tosee me rise upon two feet. Love comes in different forms,it is said, though I am strugglingto refrain from rememberingwhen I kissed a pair of lipsthat bled me in circles. Life…
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Faces turn to frost,breaths turn to silver.I am burning for another stormto continue this sequence,to remember that same fragrancelost at the edges of fingers. Who had gone to rubble?What had yet to be built,trusted for its sturdiness? I have spread ashesto be carried like seeds,having nothing more to leave,no one more to bleed for. Who…
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Loose tears, last wordsrunning on with those gustsfrom inseminating thunderstorms. What grows from death,but another breath?Another seed to birth alivea simple newness, added with a pair of eyes,delighting inunachieved findings. She spells her retreatas an oriental signature.A needless filigree,draped in knots and folds.All I can confirmwithin her state,is to that rushfrom a cold fate, as…
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A hazeof your familiarity.I leave another rose –a fragment of my heart –to die, beside where you are,folded in the earth,like a letter that crumbledwith its words, those that becamemere whispers. Silence in this violentpath through a life,caught in space.I have heard you,like you hear these prayersthat question your commitmentto a darkness. You were hanging…
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An ocean with its waves,distant curvature of somewhere elseinvites me, persists meto return to a truth. To give me a spark, upon the sightof loving light at a housewhere a savior would greet me,where a glance would examine meupon everything I disbelieved. Inflamed with the sun,presenting an aura with the moon,though nothing has raised meto…
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I’ve been breathing out,in years of being withdrawn,wandering within,wandering without. I have left shadows openfor display, but who’s to saywhen another door will opento reprieve me from the gray? Disillusioned in countless,bottomless perspectives. I have become numb,I have become mute,walking forward,while thinking backwards. Who will run this direction,to bring forth their light?Whomever aroundremains left?Whomever aroundcan…
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Let me into see what came first.Progress paces itselfaccording to the next thought,though you are presenting yourselfin subtlest regression. Back to whenlife never began,heartbeats were notever a signal for birth,while formlessnessshapes this scene. Replace your grace,as it never was.Fall with me,honing our needs,our cries to bewhat becomes a seed, in a test of anticipationto be…
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Dried eyes,exhausted flesh.A sun will igniteyour remembrance,as a pristine sign.You were once leftto awaken, while fueledto be nervous and shaken. I empathize,as I immortalizeyour design.A shape that twistslike that ropethat tugged at your throat. I’ve done littleto reprieve your nature.You are overgrownin your thorns,upon death,rehearsing a cessationto an endless sensation. I have loved,while I kept…
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Leftover, being heated underthis unkind standard,kept at that line drawn on your lips.Who were you speaking to,when our clouds had vaporized? We were revealed,with wounds that were neverthis much hemorrhaging,until emptiness. A letter was unsealed,while words were brought closer.I filled them in our softness,though you lit a match. Who were you running to,when sceneries turned…
Modern Romanticism 