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Melissa L Mar 2013
Fluid and serene with your partner
You captivated me from the start

I watched as you lifted her, flipped her around
And bent in opposition, with such grace

Though I didn't catch your name
I caught your beauty
And held on to it tightly

The last time I saw you
You were on a stage
Again tugging at my mouth's corners

Because you danced so naturally
So beautifully

And now you're back home in another state
And you won't remember me the way I'll remember you
Melissa L Mar 2013
The water is still for now
As the burner slowly heats up
Small bubbles form on the bottom
Eager to grow and run
They'll keep building up
And stir the stillness out of the water
Steam creeps up around the lid
Coming out in sighs
Until the burner glows red
And the water boils restlessly
And the steam leaves the spout
Singing a song for the
Perfect cup of tea
This whole poem is actually one big metaphor.
Melissa L Feb 2013
I want to wake up early some morning
At the same time as the sun
And become aware that lying next to me
My love is sleeping soundly
Emanating warmth.
Sleep is a beautiful state
At the intersection of peace and vulnerability
The sleeper breathes with such lightness
As if the weight of the world were on
Anyone's shoulders but his.
Behind his eyelids, I pray for there to be
Only the nicest things to dream
The rays of sunlight tap on the window
My eyes trace the softest features of his body
I long for a kiss, so gentle
But I dare not disturb his slumber.

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