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I neither wish To taste the darkness Of a stilled moment, Captured in everlasting blue. I see you Beneath the eyes of the night, Spread about upon your lips With new words Of red upon red. Your blood Remembers me In all its flowing beats, Against the hollowness Of me. I neither wish To remember…
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Your step, Gentle and light. Your whisper, Reversing the blight I seem to hold in abstraction To my mind, Siphoned out in distortion, To your heart. I love With a flame, inextinguishable. Please dance Past the meadows Where crying children Accompany thee Through the murky waters Of a pond, to find me. I am one…
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Allow me to dig deep Past the shield you have raised To keep, Me, from thee. Your eyes, A sentiment, to my disguise. For I’ve come to you, as the Devil allowed it. He waved his hand, As I came wandering To your glowing arms Beneath the sun, Among all pale hues. Your face Gives…
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Call us up In poorest sentiment, For we are mere innocents With our chandeliers high above Our burrowed brow. We glow as it, Startled in newness, Lifelike in our short temptations, For infanthood is a pleasantness To our weakness. You are God, With His face a set of thorns, To His son. Two eyes, drops…
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She rippled Across her whitened skin To his verse. She blew A kiss to his favored direction, To a mouth that knew not how to smile. She was his memory, For a man who knows what is lost Remains. “I am defeated, Before her,” Says the old man With tears in his eyes. Before the…
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Let the sea swallow up My bleeding self. Yet, when the sirens do come to elapse My painful sickness, I will sit here To count of the cuts Lining my wrists, beneath the gleam Of burning moonlight. Try as we might To lick clean the wounds, As vanity proves its maneuver. Your lips, A searing…
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Fall Through broken arms Reaching the blood My eyes had carried. In your hair, The strands weave me to your fortune, As I surprise myself To the emptiness of all. Your face, A stream of petals. My arms Drop the leaves, shed from distance. Are you the spring to take me Apart from what I…
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I want to love Without facilitation. I want to suffer In your dedication. My eyes have seen the waters, Same as our land. My hands have felt the wet pages, Same as those documents Of our histories. Your eyes, A closed center. My eyes, An open universe. We spiral In a spun form Where dwells…
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I: “The Man of Realization” He collects his tears, Captures his fears In the mirror where shows his trembling Unable to cease Of the crease To his complexion, In the design To his kind. He could not love What is not to him Belonging above In the wilderness Called paradise. What a love He denies…
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For as you bleed Asymmetry To the fragile moon’s face, I wish to trace What tears you have shorn From a flesh that has been bled and born Within the womb of love. I dream of you, Dear one, In my nights of no sleep, As I imagine the day with stars. You are in…
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Echo about Your frolicking self. The rain is but a flicker To the decay of warmth. I want to hold A form that wilts, no more, When the tears come as razors To the skin that has bled only coldness. Your frozen silence, Leaks memorabilia. Of earing and necklace Latched to flesh, Discarded from youth.…
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Lace yourself Around the hollow throat That leaks only whispers, For I engage in the merriment Of a thousand more speeches On what it means To see. You have found yourself Laying there Between birch and bramble, Of anything that can burn. Ropes tie your legs While your arms are chained above Your head, in…
Modern Romanticism 