Love
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Some subtle breezecrosses my cheek,fading a tear – dragged like a sailboatto its last destinationon a way to nowhere. One place of frozen flesh,quivers at a hint of warmth, while my eyes flashat viewing a dusty pathlined with petals,even on either side. I have felt your presencein glaring silhouettes, among lighthousesI held onto as hope,…
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Puddles. Adjacent, skinless,though memorable. I felt a dropletclinging to a broken neck.I carved silence into these shadows,surrounding me on a dirt pathway.I wanted someone to scream with me,hoping with me that nothing is leftbesides these muddied reflections. In all, being lost, among desert sands,I can still weep that ocean that leftnames, traced in eternal puddles,in…
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When eyes glow beneath surfaced rainbows.Hands clasped in prayer, two witnesses to fallen snow.When waters are here to stayclose, within eyes, imploring up to ceilings and skies,children are us, when we are stung from lossdown to those pyres named for sacrifice.When our worlds are close for thoseimprisoning moments life will stealraindrops we find hard to…
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I often contemplate character among eyesthat entertain their perceptions, from syllablesof a handheld other, whose heart treatsan autumn session of falling colorlike those repeats of heartbeats, wide intheir years, leaving promises on handsin shapes of sadness, tears, a knowledge of being more encompassingthan all barren shadows, beneath leaves,this surrounding scene still tragic,yet hollow. These contemplations…
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Who knocks on his door? A nurse bathed in white; for I say, he has not yet left. Please give him ease. I give him ease, with his hand held in mine. I will grant him relief, with his breath taken into mine. As luck might have it, I have listed a measure of peace,…
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All those autumns, parted together,but we sewed each word. Still managingto bind roots into a knot. Here, keepingour tears streaming off living verdure. Still calling for your warmth,running from a gaping pair of lips,vacant from one more soothing kissto keep winds moving –our words, promises in unison,our lives still with thumping hearts, watering down our…
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Vain. Veins, lashing from smoking eyes,lowering bodies into timber,ample for our aching fire. We sift,when we drift, desiring nothing morethan all the world’s hope,combined, believing more in what hearts had costto drown in blood that we lost. There are leaving stars.There are remaining scars – from a dreaming night, where wehad been wallowingin the gleam…
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A piece of me, fallen into you,dropped as a bucket into your soul. Through what naivetyexpresses this glimpse, this journeyto carry you from falling overboard,because I know you’ve built that ocean,I know you were lost in those skies,deafened in your own cries,frozen among endless motion. I have ended your stagnation,your overdone resignation.Kissing your faint heartbeatinto…
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Born into those brittle flakes. Inside shelter, where all such dustattempts to intrude, while I haveremained here to eludewhat melts into tearsbeneath a morning’s sun – another infant above those clouds,granting warmth to quivering palms. Another face, born into a different daywhile time has frozen where I stay. Another light, screamingto keep me calm. Another…
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Not knowing. Never sharinguncovered scars, we are foreverburied in bleeding arms, pondering on thosemerging possibilities. Have wefelt more than a universe,creating and recreatingstars that gleam like tearson edges of extended flesh? Reaching palmswant to tear free a diamondfrom a measureless sky.Though we can utter our vows,while we eclipse the sadness,we still stain these night-timeswith disconnectionswe…
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I hoped that ifthis world never barricaded usfrom heated moments, beneath, unseen from sole torment,we’d reside. Encased in oceanic coldness,though buried in volcanic arms, concealed in truest warmth,wielding torches in either hand. I hoped that ifwater kept us flowing overboard,we’d meet at an ocean’s bottom,buried under Mankind’s tears –because light was never theirs,as light had…
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Returning to those dangers. Returningwith those letters, written without promise,written with ink of a depleted heart,one that remains black,like thunderclouds, like raven shrouds,like desertions in the desert skieswhere wind has no direction. Bring back your stare,let me confine myself to the velvetin your blue, discolored eyesgoing from an oceaninto a paranoid monochrome. Returning to those…
Modern Romanticism 