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I come with blank slates,To render your fires empty of passionThat you have lifted to Heaven.You pass onWith eyes that reach to the delicate wavesWhere there is no storm.Your arms reachTo the corpses trailing an avenue,While stench is left behindAt the ends of your fingers. You grow thorns for the making of flowers,Wrestling with the…
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Drop your roses,Drop your feet,Drop your eyesDown to where each thing falls.Drop those wallsThat have stood youJust a mite so tall Your prideIs the musing of a thousand moreGenerations to come.As I see it,As I comprehend it,It is weak as glass.Let yourself go, to where you may collide. Find yourself,Shine yourselfIn the sun’s warmthOf exercise,…
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Your eleganceTransformsThe notes I etch outFrom this violinTo your sidesPurloined by the curves of many wavesIn the theft of weight. You draw out the oceanBy the streaming breathsOf your parted lips. Salt remains in your hair.As I reach for you,You draw back. Let your sweat trickle downThe arms,Beneath the sunAs you’ve runThrough the fragrant meadowsSo…
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Bled upon a thorn, New music hollows me In the entrancement of singing voice, By her entertaining sound Of drums upon skipping beats Whenever she’s fallen In arms as wide as the sea. I created the ocean For the faces of the moon, Using hands that could not ever stand Were my eyes to be…
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Lace your legs, For I yearn to kiss each steeple, Carrying your form to my arms, Within the strings of captivity. In your entanglement, There is breath. In your eyes, Comes no death Of love that exists for the centuries, For the years We walk on paths that do not decay. Do not bury your…
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Graft and kneel yourself, With attachment for your submission, As I hold down what little is left For you to overcome Of your side, Of all sides That want a feeling to radiate. Yours will burn, Yours will churn, Yours will twist about In the heat, in the race Of two sins colliding For the…
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How many tears Have escaped our eyes To be on that plate? How many years Have been lost in the cries, Denied to our fate? Beauty ripped free itself from love, Like the child who rebelled From its home. Love suffered in loneliness, With nowhere to be, Of ourselves in the sea. Frigid and timeless,…
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Count your eyes Far from the deep blue Of this hazy evening. You have fault upon your own stars When you send the messages Through the wind. I can breathe what could be slept with, To be drunk off your stare. The little maid You once were, With eyes that darted towards horizons Where flame…
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Long lashing locks, Run with the fertile winds, As your ivory back Has a path for me to track Myself, to your neck. Where I plant a kiss Upon your velvet flesh Has me speaking a prayer To the energies of Christ That I might take myself high With you, upon the gusting sigh. You…
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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…
Modern Romanticism 