Women
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“Men are each wound on Christ’s form, and each droplet is the renewing of any heart having bled enough to either love or commit a murder; in both forgiveness and committed atrocity, that is what Christ reveals. The pain it requires to love and the resentment it requires to slay.” Woman is a creature of…
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I turn around to repeat,In careless repetition,All vows and emotions, upon a plate of fate,You deny what was offered,From a dying God,From a man with all the might to his fight,His eyes were upon you,And faced the enormous creation,Of a statue in what he’d not undo,A love from all broken strings,Upon one delicate harp,Upon one…
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“Your eyes, magnificent in shape; your form is a plaza of many stands, each showing ripened fruit for the occasion; and how I would hold a pair of breasts alike pears to be swallowed whole.”
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Lay with me, as the world sunders itself, Go beyond with me, to the lines that seem themselves To surrender, and surrender more To the tragedies and comedies of love. We are, in arms, crying and laughing, beautiful as one, In our eyes, we hold sweet nectar, And also, Bitterness to the wetness That smear…
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Glaring devotion, seems to Keep you So warm. From loyalty, to that burning furnace, Upon bed sheets made of fans, To frenzy the flame, That spreads over your gloss, A shimmer to your form. There is beauty crawling atop, All the fragrance that has me Succumb to it. There is nothing so tragic, As to…
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I long, and simply long, For scent of longest hair, and eyes of furthest stare, We are but two forms upon this Earth, With steps so shallow in the mud, And faces so tranquil, As though starving buds, with quivering temples, And blasted bodies, By the wind and sand. I am in love, and have…
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All beauty has creases,Like the notes embedded in flame.Searing to touch,Alike flesh raised hot from a wilted quilt.Alike the composer who espies arrogance,More from audience,Than from his eyes. A beauty raised,A song praised.A love most wanted beneath sheets of flame,Notes of sighs,Words of moments,And never goodbyes. Love is a kind messenger,With flame for its movement.…
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These formed words are natural and silent,Words of the devotion I have foundNecessary to commit,Upon herself, the nude blessing in flesh and white.Her eyes show Heaven,While her heart once showed Hell.Here, my doubt swims like the flames beneath me,As I undress her to the surest sign,Of my loving fingers against warmth. There is space between…
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Entrance me,Captivate me,In stunning eyes,And nuptial glare. The beauty surrounds,All my childish fondness,I am but a weak little thing,In the territory of your arms. The memory of myself,In the heat of unquiet,Is the time a face appeared,That was your own,A face of frailty and an open mouth,That whispered the qualms away. A mother in the…
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I am in your arms,With lashes numbered sevenFor each of those studious eyes.Like the beauty made mother,Blessed to be another.You have fires roaring within,And elegance soaring out.Here’s my heart for you,For your kiss, and your shining eyes,The most a stare can behold. I am the Devil of a man,With a Fall that was broken,By the…
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Romance has bequeathed us,With idealist temperament,Our auras are there to transfixThemselves, upon the Earth’s emptiness.I see you, with face so full of forgiveness,And no more, but the treasure bespoken. I was the giant,The man who smashedThe many insects at my feet.I am but the insect, now,With a diamond I present, freely,For it is my own…
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We are makers,Of truest intent.Never as disbelievers,To the whole state of our truth,We are sharp deceivers,When unleashing the bitterest tears,But, as lovers, we are stark beautyUpon waves of highest elevation. I am in disbelief for your majesty,And so, I go to embrace you,While a crown of barbs girdles your head,Each laced with the most fragrant…
Modern Romanticism 