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Will youNever drag your tirednessLike one hearseOf no remembrance?Will youCaptivate all with another smile,Bleeding from somewhere,I know not where? Will youFall, to always callMe, to repair your symmetry? Will youReveal, all you’ve concealedBeneath the earth, for your birth? Your faceReminds me of glass,For I can see shape of myselfIn the humid reflection.Vapor clings,While vapor rotsThe…
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Caress,Sweet, with eyesAnd lacing lips.Peel me,Peel youOf trust,Let me swing youTo where the sun meets the west,To where dark collidesAs the light’s shower subsides. UndressYour eyes,Of tension,To ease,To pleaseThe moon’s rise,To let it rain its tearsUpon our fractured form.Virgin you,Bleeding me. Like watersWhere we can dance our arms.Like winterWhere we can freeze our tears.Like Autumn,Where…
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Raise your lidsTo see the sun,There is warmth to lift you,There are seeds to grow,And a life to sow. Let your hands down,Let me kiss youUnder these feverish rays. Don’t blanket another storm,And let gravity be your comfortTo my undying arms. Lose your voiceIn the wind,For I will catch it,Cradle itLike some child, never mattered.…
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To sail,To believeIn the unending fairnessOf this day’s voyageBeneath Heavenly sun,Loving skiesBeaming as though your eyesWere to kiss the face of meIn where love shows all destiny. My welcome,This sea where your eyes callA color down,Undressed of torment,Naked in all sensation,Believing in a nothingness,A depthWhere hearts still quake,As silences do break. The forest of your…
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How much bloodCan erase the letters on these worn pages?I have become something elseTo the bitternessOf one heart, written in the soil,Of one droplet of crimson,Fed to my mouth.He glistens on the cross,He stays there,Sheltering his own eyes with the sun,Finding a place where I cannot runTo make my home. Upon my knees,Stranded in senseless…
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Can you soak me,Revel throughThe midnight hour,With blood drawn from yourNaked lips?Can I row youPast the glaciers to your hatred,To the forests for your smile,Where the dark of your eyes,The red from your mouthCan melt all we’ve left behind? Curtains are smoothOver what I wish to taste,Of blood-red lips,Iron in meltingAcross this flesh of mine,Over…
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To the smear upon your cheek,Have you left a tearFor me to wear as the badgeOf misplaced honor?I can see of your scarlet,That blood can run from your wounds,From the abandoned love in your heartWhere an ailment can be a treatmentTo a void. I want to sweepTears under the rug.Though, can you let meDrink of…
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Like a rope,Your head is sunkDeep into the well of suffering.I can lift youFrom stillness to reprieve,Where your wings can extend,To reach the endOf your sleep. On the edgeOf disbelief,Grief still clingsTo the shelter that bringsEmotion and false pledgesThat mounts a flagUpon your unannexed formIn the wind. What willLoosen you, from your weatheringArms in the…
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Let meLift the stonesThat pin your arms,Drag your legs.Let meSee the seaTake your form,Like nakedness of a broken log. Let meLoosen the tearsThat were kept too dear,Like a fanciful curtainDrawn over a face too muchDrowned in weather,Faulted in shelterWhere tears could not form puddles. You let stormsWash your feet,Shower your cheeks,Stake your hands,Feed your heart,…
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Bitterness swallows upThe countless sun-bathingOf your fields burned downIn romance of colors,Where you’ll drink dryness,Mocked by blood,Radiant by wine. Wrapped in arms that tremble,Like floating leaves caught between lips,For my quivering mouth cannot speakThe Autumn’s rise to governSickness upon each’s other twisted bones,Failing breaths,A watching wilderness. A faceThat grows solemn by each feathery moment,As I…
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To believeIn her,Of hair never caught in a flame,Of lips never to tasteBlood, for the state of drunkenness,While wine is to better comfort.Under dark curtains,Wielding fireBy the warming mile,Sweeping arms under her,Singing tunes to herDelicate ears and sorrowing heart. For chimes are as beautifulIn wind,That to grieving sighs,Remind me of the leaves that fall in…
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To sink,To pledgeThe banquet to the taste of your lips,The whole,The creationOf an eternity from these handsThat would not,Never toBe called away.Like love has never found much majestyIn you,I can kiss,I can carryThe petals to the orchardWhere you can feel your way,Loving me,Living you,Carving you into my heart. Like to descendFrom cloud to forest,I will…
Modern Romanticism 