Poetry
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Come around. Link arms.You’ll drown where we surroundinside reflections of our own masking.We bleed for all we leave,losing breath in all we undressin wounds that keep openingwith limbs that are folding. I find that weare never jealous in eachof those pairs of eyes,tempted throughout puddles,reflections we might have fumbledwhen we caught our heartsfrom stars to…
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There werespaces to move, to unearth youdrowned beneathan ocean of mourning’s dew.I pressed your hand, to resurrectlove at its waters,to meet what remains beautifulat this renewable glimpseat what stays plentiful. There were eyes to undressof their tears, upon their nakedfears, in words unconfessed.You have held in your rain,tasting what grows ingrainedas a bitternessinside your emptiness.…
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Another hourto remember, to recollecteach time you sweptthose pieces, overboard.All times, we spokeout from handfuls of dust,you rose, to hear,covered in rust. Carve those miles, ashore,blanket all traceswith faces we cannot adore.Some kisses splash backfates that we held intact.Some instincts of lovenever remove themselves,from idling glaciers. I keep roaming.I keep combingdesert trails, to discover youon…
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Though wekept brushing asidegrains that set a stain,our lipsfound a depth that wemight have kept, were weto remain asleep. Grains to our dust,in our death, upon reddest rust.Countless as snowwith summer bringingour bodies low. You save a cripplefrom peddling his favoritetime to keep sellinghis heart upon a hook.You send over a kissto remind these ruined…
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Those same stampsto time’s disheveled face.Those present waters,here to level our entrancesto uncovered surfaces.Waist around, with a hand aboutyour form in a blood-red ocean,with a kiss for our journey. Awake to undertakethese moments where wediscover hope before its doorcloses a broken dam.We are meant to flooda land in our radiant blood,to water driest soilin deserted…
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Talk to pain.Sweet mother of whispers,cradle this misfortune,blanket me in sleep.Wish me a better life,reprieve meinto better thoughts,beyond debris of failure. When you awakened meas an immature child,deep in folded arms,I recall those tearsI let go,as I could notlet you go. Have you understood me,inside my newly formed wombof a greater, older life?You have caressed…
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Wither off, come offwith waters revealed at eyes,while you dry uplakes, absorbing glaciers,among all ofHeaven’s rainfall. Naked, while dancingto sounds of griefbeckoning in a disused well,fading in a comfortable Hell. We kiss what cannot bedeserved, in thisgreat waterfall of life. We miss our old lives,wasted, in the numbness.Aren’t you aching? Aren’t you wantingFor union when…
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Lonely dancer, find your nestwith fruit still fresh.Love touches your breast,ceases our breath.Against all, we welcome death,facing views upon fragrant land,burning roses into hearts,stealing eyes into jewels. Walk among porcelain sand, cloud this night in mist,dashed upon lovelorn lips. We rain Heaven from a sunthat beats its furnace low.We tremble in naked vows,while faces sink…
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Both wishes.Love, within miles,these concealed smiles.We taste tears,have tasted fearsbeneath rose petals,where you lost. You lost your heartwithin the rapids. Unloved, you werewalking under stars.Water stays as all,as it remains our call.Foraged eyesbeneath soil, among toillives in our land. Both kisses.Upon a road,fading in our years,drowned in our tears.Unloved, as allsilences in our call. Buried…
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Not fromcruel backgrounds of coloredevenings.Not fromcalm faces upon glowingmornings.You never leave. Wasted, underspecks of diamonds during night.Lasting sightsto your silhouette,while memories tramplefavorite sceneries. If love held out a stone,I will toss itto become dust, in an ocean, wherepressure smeared us into veins,circulating into circlesback to beginning. One kiss is allI request,to bleed me into seas,to…
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Here, in Hell. Walking onunder smoothing rain, weepingwhile you live. I lovein your field of vision,changing ropes around you,watering dust,turning roses into rust. Collapse of towers. Heaven hascrippled all our shooting stars.While finality rendersour salience scarred,we rope, to pull, a garden closewith hope to raisethat crucified home. Bound, while kisses are blownto spread dust about,in…
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Come around,tell this night you wereour winter, upon sand.Tell these limbs of naked treesyou were life being broughtfrom storied glaciers,from an eye coveredin smothering mist. While Ican cry away all daylightfrom our side,this defeat has been amplein a stillborn moon,as corners are dried in fire,as pleasures are wiped cleanfrom mounting desire. All our love fadedwithin…
Modern Romanticism 