kathryn-6Whisper

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SimilesLove is not like anything, of course, / but sometimes I think that my love must be like the sea, / for so much of him I must swim to get to,
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Jul 25, 2016
UntitledDo you remember the last night? / Me, standing helpless in my doorway, / hands aching to reach out, and you--
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Mar 21, 2015
one dayone day we will walk to the other side of principle / and our gold intentions will become pure acts, / the burning footprints we left fading behind us.
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Feb 25, 2015
UntitledSometimes it does not hurt to look at you; / sometimes I feel light again when we touch, like you have never hurt me, like our hearts are again mirrors for the other, / like you're looking at me again on a dark night in my car,
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Feb 21, 2015
HavenMore than anything, I want to say: “Come to me, and I will kiss the fragile skin of your eyelids, and I will see gold in the brown pools of your eyes, and I will touch the skin of you soft, and I will kiss you all over. I will make a home for my lips of you. / Come to me, and let us be warmth; we don’t have to be cold anymore. Come to me, and I’ll light a warm fire under your skin, and we can be happy. / Come to me. Crash into me; fall, fall, do not be scared. You are safe. You are so safe. Let me run my lips over the fresh white skin of your scars. Let me be a dose of healing. Let me help you be happy. Let me. Let me. Let me.”
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Jan 31, 2015
ArrowIn you I speak a million unspeakable tongues; / like honey I let a language of love pour off the cliff of my top lip, / flow into the basin of your cupid's bow as we kiss.
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Jan 30, 2015
UntitledA professor asked me today: "What would you do if there were no boundaries?" / I'm sure she wanted me to say "travel the world" or "pursue my passion" / but all I could think about was reaching across the invisible barrier between us,
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Jan 26, 2015
HouseYou left in me the vacancy of almosts, / a house I created in my heart that was never lived in; / now the wallpaper peels and the floorboards creak
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Jan 25, 2015
DaysYou kiss me on a Saturday night in my car. / You tell me you were never in love with her / and I breathe forgiveness from my lips like the greatest relief in the world.
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Jan 21, 2015
UntitledI take what I can get. / I don't ask questions I don't want to know the answers to. / I lay with you and map the plains of your face with my fingertips and I think:
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Jan 20, 2015
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