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Z Aug 2015
A quiet confidence
That rests on a rock of no real
Credence
A smile where there should be none
So long as nothing bears her
Resemblance
An alarmed search
For feelings no longer in his
possession
He presses on
With nothing left
But to compare
The curve of her lip here
With his  grimace there
Z Aug 2015
Auch wann die hellleichte Sonne *******br>Auch wann den Vogel singt
Schöne Lieder, die alle tieftraurige Leute auch Leben gibt
Wegen dieser Entfernung
DV,
ich
vermisse
dich
Z Aug 2015
I long to sing for you
Sweet tunes that'll ring in your ear
Long after I'm gone
But years of drunken experience
Assure me,
That I can't
I long to climb exotic mountains with you
Strong winds send your hair on an adventure
A sight that will last
In distant memory
But muffled groans from creaking bones
Assure me
That I cant
I long to embrace you
But a four and half hour time distance
And pathetic bank balance
Assure me
That I cant
So I do what I can
Draw your image with my minds hand
And in (vain?) effort to make you smile,
I write.
Z Aug 2015
Hands outstretched, ******* trail your delicate cheeks
They move lower to your neck
As memories that powerfully bombard, wash into the birth of the new
Arm in arm hand in hand
They move to your chest
Your quivers at my call and beck
I tremor.
I tremor for my hand on your skin,
Your mind and wondrous flesh,
For your beautiful brown hair
That falls on supple shoulders,just right.  
Then lower to your belly
Short, sharp breath.
The look in your eyes,deep imposing green
Sends shivers all the way to the spleen
In these moments I understand religion
Understand connect,
Take me, you whisper
And I thankfully oblige
Z Aug 2015
How I long for these moments
Sudden unannounced clarity
of the diseased and indifferent mind
Fleeting moments
Where all is silent and all is heard.
All thoughts valid, none disturbed
How I long for these moments
For then I see you for you
Me for me
And I smile my crooked smile
Z Aug 2015
It is by all means a vital *****
Sends blood to nourish thankless limbs
Despite how it aches
Sustains the unquenchable brain
Purifies
And now,
Mine is all aflutter.

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