Romance
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If our lovewas not the candle, undyingin the fog of a daywe shared cups of tears,wine from our veins,we will be rebuildingthe sinking vessel. One buried lookin the eyes that give offexact radiances, with the sunI can part from, withoutglancing back.If our love never was,I could dream, to envision,even without your oarsto move this life.…
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In the dark, these eyes are shut to gray. Inside stained hearts, there is a weight to wield on marches, where hands shield – faces, from the rain. Dirges and dirt, funerals and broken vows to guard against pain. Disconnect me, reconnect belief – in the vivid hurt. All that I grow in gardens of…
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Beneath, where Inotice where you kneel.I am notin your furled direction.I have sleptas long as you. Time kept us movingin the direction of tidal waves. Are you enamoredfor the fields, for siresstrong in the fire? Lust beneath your fingernails.You claw without fleshto warm you. A petal,to your nakednesswhere all has settledwith the sores,the stains, –…
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First of the drybeneath the pale complexionof a beautiful moon,you crywith an ocean to displacefrom a heart, to flood the earth. First to startyour journey to the depths.Last to be birthedas the still-life, for the sunrise. The first of many fogsto lift to your eyes. The last of all those walksto the cliffs,to toss your…
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We despairwhen the autumn tree cannotreturn its fallen leavesback to the cradles resting on its boughs.For it is likethe clouds unable to retrieve snow nor rain,the dandelion unable to returnthe lost seeds. It is all likea heart that cannot return back lovewhen it was sold to a stranger’s hands. It is too much likethe faces…
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A turnstile, gates unopened.Legs wide shut,fused in slender depictionto the fertile fields. Fertile flowers connectedwith unmatched reverieto the sun-droplets,the fires in the spaces untouched,most unexplored. Eyesfor a time in wanderlust.Romance, scattering the scarlet dusttowards a lost entrance.Arms for the form,the concealment to the onetoo artful to be everyone’s feast. Wide and entertaining. Loving and bewildering.…
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Sounds: alarm, orthe forest that burnsto a gentle wind,a breath of your bygone age. Stone, heavy,though the winds will break it.Release tears. A rock.Close connectionthat brings grace to open space.Were you never embraced? My love, – I see where you walked,danced upon the ruins,the wet ashes. Trickling streams,numbing melodies.A heart, a sad little rhythmthat fadeswith…
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Curtains pulled downto reveal brick, to reveal what’s sick.Two eyes – blinds,no purpose to tear awayat what is gone into yesterday. Tomorrow is the new season,yet all is dark. Life behind,death belowwith all the sounds in this heartechoing from stone walls. No blood, no floodto stop with fingers at the eyes.I keep calling – while…
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Wheelbarrows,walking sticks – water pipes.The filth, carried, the rotting man;who walks?Who, above the underground lakehas their pain takenbeyond the cremated shores? Emotion stirs.An ocean has been blurred.No one knows the depthhe holds in a heart.A bottle tossed with one written note – of written words,“Where did you go,when it started to snow?” A retrace, one…
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While we might in both our vacant hearts, live in each other’s memories, recede in the other’s tides, I am still avowed in the night, I am still waiting with a rippling heart that you will. Dreaming in fear, battling the dark, while I see you tearing pages from secrets, moments, buried in cages, locked…
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Dark, beneath where the line seeps. A frozen signature to sign us into premature birth. Our kisses stopped short, our gaze faltered on the idle highway. Will you, will I wait to see what could come to be from silence in the stars, from pain in our bodies? We touched, hoping our scars would burn…
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No more need, no other time in history’s disfigured face will our lives walk a straight line without folding upon presented signs. We have torn up pathways, departed from arms, sideways into another permanent birth – where we are discontent, to another’s worth. Paved roads, white-out on the divide between memories, upon the wounds we…
Modern Romanticism 