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angel dust Jan 2020
something inside your eyes
             sings
             to me:


“i am
       wild
with desire...

                                       i am burning”
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i am
     muscles
          quivering
       flesh
warming
        hairs
prickling

i am lost
         inside
                those
                         eyes

i am nonexistent
        when
   it comes to being
     anywhere
but
here

right now, i am...
       utterly in ecstasy
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there’s something

at the edge of
     my
                fingertips

that
just
wants to know
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sometimes
                late at night

i remember how it felt

to
    be
     locked
             in your
                    embrace

and then i feel

a little bit better
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your lips have
                                enslaved me

me
    my mind
my body

                            just to touch them
                                  i linger
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breathing is shallow
my lips found you in the dark
waiting to be kissed
may
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may
will she show
       her
face
             ever again?

i miss the dew-dipped
       strands
   glittering
out
             in the sun

a reminder

you will remain
even
        after
a miserably cold
     night.
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what is it
about you

that
     makes
            me
               want
                       to
        
        melt?
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mother

      lover of the new

  fingers tracing papers working
is
just
you

back is breaking
knowing
      
            you’ve got mouths to feed
at home

under your roof
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my inner wordsmith is
lost

she can’t formulate
a way
to
express

how i feel around
you
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my breath?
ragged
tainted
untamed
uneven

billowing gusts of air

how
can it
even escape my lungs
when my
heart
jackhammers so
mercilessly?

i’m filled with nothing but
curiosity
and
intrigue

i want to be filled with nothing but
you

i want
your lips
your hair
your hands
your arms

i want
time
to explore
the
inches of your ******
surface

i want to make you feel
a way
you have never
felt
before
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i am but a passenger to my body

                       i cannot
          control               her


when she is near you
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streaks of fire
licking
     at
   the
horizon

swallow me whole
   i ask

of both you
and
the
sun
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i yearn to know
                  what you are
             thinking.

      i can sense some of you
but
      it isn’t enough anymore


i like the way your knuckles
         and
               palms
expand
           and
                 contract
                 when you speak

                                             the way your
                               eyes grow when
                    you ask me
         something

the way you run your fingers
through your hair
before you tell a story

                        i want to know more of you...

yet
             i can’t help but wonder
how close should i allow myself?

                                        something about you
                      pulls me in

you are
  the moon
i am
     the ocean

a force,
       undeniable        
                powerful
                         magnetic
                                 hypnotic

my body and mind have
collapsed
        into you


                        and i need
   your authentic, organic, uninhibited
                         thoughts

the unknown entices me
                   and
         simultaneously
                              freezes me in my tracks.
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outside my body

i am
       lost

   but

        with the
ignition
      of
your arms

and the flame of
                            your skin
                on
     mine

i feel seen
i wrote this a week ago and now it rings truer than before
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but
you
were
supposed
to
be
my
protector.

steel gates
for arms
a drawbridge heart
chain link fists

but
that
sturdy armor
turned
enemy.

abhorrent
actions
i am a
victim now
of
your
power-tripping
frenzy

but i
grapple and
try
still
to see you
for you
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what wonders exist,
                    i imagine,
                            behind your eyes?

what wonders exist
                       in
          the palm of your hand?

                        it would be miraculous
          if those wonders
                                       felt
                        anything
                 like
your lips.

— The End —