Love
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I held onto, as muchas I often thought was worth it,hearing your heartagainst my ear,going blank with thought,forgetting what I was taughtwhen pain was coming near. I believed I could keepyour eyes, smothered in clouds,in that peaceful wayof letting go of rain.I surrendered to that notion,while being enslavedunder blackening emotions. I believed I could keepwalking…
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Being fated, being fortunateto sentence this heart to a swell.To be nurtured, to be nestledin arms that wave awaythose distortions in a reflectionof myself in an ocean. Bathing this form, in knowingyou are near, as one other dropletconnected to this current,beneath these tired feet. One look down, all it will taketo see that surge in…
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I declare, upon a point I found hindering to decide, that there cannot be a reason to love. No distinguishable, practical reason. There cannot be a useful reason for it in its wide arrangement of symptoms, all discussed of love, as all remain being reminders of what cannot be explained. What would be said? Only…
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It was the rosethat told you to goin hiding –finding your shadowsthe betterment,the fulfillment,leaving me with emptiness, surrounded byleaves, painted drywith deadness. You were telling methe weather could not liftyour foul garden,while our tearsran down to mouthsthat could not connect, while exhaling,pushing our cornersto fold. We paused, in memoryof what fell into ruin;are you looking…
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The one who stopped moving,he died at our final meeting.He perished, becoming an unheard wordunder your breath, far fromhis concealed death. You were the onewho stopped screaming,the one who had another stepforward, in your sacred life,your life that never wiltsin its garden of roots, but what will you reach for? Once, these handsfelt your tragedy,but…
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I have come,calling your weatherto come down,from its slumbering dark,in a mood of depth. I have come,with ice in these veins,water in these eyes,fire in these lungs.I am undone,in hoping you will seethis last particle of sunlightfrom the rest of me. Open your windowto let out your rain.Extinguish me into a remainder,for I will scar…
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You’re steering your linein a direction most predictable.I’ve come to guesswhere you’ll come to, next,broken into divisions,like the mirrorsyou press your face against. I might let you runadrift, aground, without light.Or I might give you a lessonyou deserve, without this regressionbeyond another doorwayto another man,you will temporarily serve. If I can just let you under,drown…
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Desert me,leave me to thirst,sitting on these linesdrawn to separatethe crime from the timeI will serve, to signifya knot I cannot unbind. I abducted a disasterto set it free into its peace,but where did it leave me?I am one of those stepping stones,someone else has crossed,or a crossed-out letterto bring a pen forward. Betray me,leave…
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Running another milewill not bring you backto our emptied clouds.We are two fallen raindropsinside an ocean,where depth and vastnessget lost in circles. A whirlpool, our minds,a unified hemisphereof adjacent confusions,since you let me grant a kissunder that altar of devotion,shining me throughuntil I broke our light into ruins. I brought down our sun to drowninside…
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To fall, withina nestling – a sense,of touch, of muchto unwind, from wordsthat are spilled from the passionof closed eyes. Are you here to kiss me,after how long you’ve missed me?Were your tears running alongthose lines we were racing,though we were losing? Unravel your final wordto me, for me, before you leave mewith another shadowdancing…
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Marking a spotwithin a mileI’ve walked, if notalways to leave alone,but to keep coming to –coming to sensations,coming back to those trillsupon discarded flesh. I am emptyingwhat I’ve keptlocked inside, breaking me down,lifting me upfrom trembling floorswhere these wallsare colored in your color, a depth where I’ve dropped,facing that whichreflects me, into nothingness. Lost in…
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Freezing a circle,one subtle prisonwhere sounds were brought in,quivering under brightnessof a sun, dilated like a pupil,shrunken like a grain of sandin our disarray. We wept, in our madnesswith love keeping usinside burning shelters.As captives, we sought afterwhat we wanted at night: to sleep under cold moonlight,lost in that circle of our arms. Kisses drove…
Modern Romanticism 