Writing
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With all its romance,And endless series of entrance.Endless waves against your legs and ankles,Love seems to not leave you,For it bores into youA quivering shadow. A face, as old as timeWishes to not leave.A life, fit with wineAgainst your weathered lips.Love will entertain the harlotsAnd reunite the kingdoms. Can I seal your lips over mine?May…
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Kiss the lips, Despite the disease. Kiss the cheek, Despite how they’re weak.
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I thought much of her,Quelled much withinBecause of her.Her beauty was both the tormentorAnd the comforter. But, upon her absence,Upon her freedom,Only a tear, had I seenBeneath my footTo never pull my foot away. Never pull away the foot,Despite how far I walkOn my own. Like love never had a momentIn truth,In the merry mind…
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Why does love carry weight? And, Why can love so easily Turn into hate? My heart has fled from me Away from me, To the dark forests. I must have lost track Of the sin of creation Called time. The clock had once stopped Deep in her arms, Deep in her kisses, Deep in her…
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I don’t want you to feel fear, Nor is there cause to spill tears When my hand caresses your cheek. Because, all that should bleed Is the love between us, Down upon our knees. Down to the spot where we are weak, Where I am weak, And where you are heated, Like the melted candle,…
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Your face in my palms Shows rows of sweat over the years Shows trails of tears over your cheeks, For love has made you weak. You and I, Steady and going Over the mountains and dales. Like two birds or two rabbits And their cunning escapes From the slowness of a winter’s harvest, Because, love…
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I have thrown away the everythingFor the singular.For the single moment, when I’d receive the kiss,The press against my lipsI never had. For what reason did I spill the tears?For what reason did I drop the dimesTo lift her life from its Hell?For what reason did I dig this deepInto the heart of mine? Wasted…
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A masterstrokeAcross your aching form, is where erotica blooms,And I bow my head, to kissWhat sears,What burns.Will you trust me with your secrets? Each scattered piece of fleshYou ever viewed in a mirror,Is collected, at this timeWith my left hand over your eyes, and my right handIs pawing smooth skin.While you sigh, attempt to fall…
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Captivation Is resignation, Under the fullest gleam From where pain flows, to a stream. One idle current Seems to be frozen Upon the tale of vividest complexion To her withered countenance. I have submitted myself To devotion’s cause, Like some highlighted deer Upon the roadway. Like a man without excuse To see her nuptial, in…
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Long solace Seems to drink me Of my bitterness, My compassion. Under the darkest moon, Where coldness is against my burned skin, Where once was a love’s phantom hand, Where once was the touch of someone Who had never been. Love dreams Like everything without urges To constrict The heart, to a small size. Love…
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Mount me upSo that we may sailOver the widest terrainAnd beneath the coldest rainThat descends from the frigid sun. Let me gather myselfTo see what I have missedAmong her sad tale.Love gave me a wing, to fly on my ownOn the scarred landscape.Yet, I have only gathered her pagesTo share them. The warmest drinkIs from…
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My throbbing head In my trembling hands. Each quake Sends my form to shivers, For I know what my hands have done. For she trembles More than I In the autumn winds Against me. Like two fiery leaves dancing in greater motions, My eyes seem to burn with more heat Than the wick, aflame Above…
Modern Romanticism 