Love
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Fatal, in your burialbeneath the stay with me.You wash the stars cleanturning white slates into bleakestreminder of your universe. You walk in the fog.You look for me,bandaging eyes most damagedunder the cloudless skies. Do you bare your woundswith pride or shame?The crimson to the neglectis the connection to bloodline. Leaving your scarsetched in the dirt.You…
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Out of time. Hellish and confined.The clock stirs, in silenceto the quickening sound of a heartbeatwhile flowers are hurledevery thousand feet. The winds are mild,no one will catch this feverI have been trying to kiss away. One more tick to the placementof a brick, to make this wallsurrounding every color. A garden burned, smotheredwhile time…
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I keep buriedall the glass reflections,all the emotions bled, upon a seaof red. Will the earth feel,in its stretch of shadowsfrom trees?I wander in this falling sleep,hoping for another mileto keep me deep. Drag the form throughthe trail. And with sight upona scorning sun againstmy brow, I strangle the words open,“In the shape of what…
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Two gracesyou burn through.All with the hunger for summer,and with the eyes. The eyesthat see the sun as another tear. Have patience.We will see the sunbefore it setsto the empty pageremaining frozen in your heart. Was summer the other autumn,or the winter without the clovers?Was it the bright sight,or the luck without the drawof cards…
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The moon rises.The sun takes the fallinto the deep sea,the open sore.I can believea sight as you will make mesee the sea, as I breatheyour words. Your lipsopen for sigh with criesfalling as petals from your eyes.A masked emotion, a clown’srehearsed laugh.If you see,I will accept the seafor its open embracein the depth of our…
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When wewalked overboard, were wefalling through?Heart within heart?Against the silver of malleable eyes,were we ever able, ever stablethrough the rapids of rivers,seeing us on reflections? No longer kiss,no further walkon the boardwalk carved outof drying mud. We have screameduntil false voices are filteringour bent forms,with no submission.Among all the puddles of raindropswe let loose from…
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Why have you? Walking inpuddles, creating circles with yourfeet in the halo of retreat.Wading in a heart. Talking incircles that seal the lines, the openwounds, the scars.Sealing the center, the spotwhere we both never mattered – in the moment of believingour eyes were seeing the same. In the moment of findingfog for dreams,there is the…
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A hand uponall I can count on,this heart that keepsitself beating.I no longer smile,while the moon has becomethe color of her lips.I no longer crywhen autumn decays around me,for me. Still, this handremains upon this chest,with a heart buried in sand,a treasure of more depththan the ocean it crossed. While I breathe,continue, as I implore…
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Even while piling higher,faces come around, drown aroundthe last breath at the dawnof a morning that never surfaced.All there is, the mourningwaking potential smiles to recedewith the farewells, to welcometears at the earliest arrivalof unwelcomed sunlight. They bellowat the reprimand of aplight of sorrow.Ingrown in the diseaseof grief, full in the sickness,while their eyes turn…
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We were stolen tothe spotlight. The grand placewhere we made our mark,where we carved our heartinto oaken frames,a canvas of burning birch. It was that place of heat,that pallid gesture ofsomething cleanin smoke, in debrisof what our kisses turned,under the blue sheen. Made wiltingin the light of attention,though our lips never mentionedthe dirt road would…
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Something. A thing seemed to quake,no heart was heard to breakwhen a whisper was heard in the veins,when life’s forwarding horseswere held back in their reins. Constriction. A blanketing messagein the room of farewells to all else,upon the screams of afterthoughtthat this love, this river of everythingwould lead to the corners. Can you? Can you…
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Tear you open. With themoon, letting loose lightover your infinity.With the mouthto bleed upon, in eachsymptomatic kiss,you fold in the cup to yourbreast and unguardedthroat. We lose the light,smudging ourselves into dark,far into the frothing heart.A sea. Caught beneath.A velvet room that shuddersin each caress, againstyour shoulders, lost betweenshadows of night. Agleam, far withinyour unmuffled…
Modern Romanticism 