Belong - Hello Poetry

what does it feel like to be held not by another body not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin but by another soul what does it feel like to see truth in another pair of eyes instead of hidden intentions instead of absence what does it feel like to hear a familiar heartbeat resounding next to your own reaching through skin through bone two rhythms indistinguishable what does it feel like to write poems about a love that exists

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Belong

Jul 18, 2020

Jul 18, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC

taijasa

what does it feel like

what does it feel like to be held not by another body not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin but by another soul what does it feel like to see truth in another pair of eyes instead of hidden intentions instead of absence what does it feel like to hear a familiar heartbeat resounding next to your own reaching through skin through bone two rhythms indistinguishable what does it feel like to write poems about a love that exists

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this word love, heavy with import, alternatively, falsely called out too breezily, diminished by over-usage, till you admit it doesn’t fit like your formerly fav pair of jeans stretched, too many stains, cut for a different body, a different soul, a different existence, a former you *so when the mind and mouth glimpse a synchronized synapse, and just ‘bout ready to let the “L” bomb slip past the guardians of your own galaxy, you nick time, modify it to a moderate, but yet fulfill your need with a differentiated four letters.* (“Cariño para ti.”) “Care for you.”

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Belong

Jul 18, 2020

Jul 18, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC

onlylovepoetry

(“Cariño para ti.”) “Care for you.”

this word love, heavy with import, alternatively, falsely called out too breezily, diminished by over-usage, till you admit it doesn’t fit like your formerly fav pair of jeans stretched, too many stains, cut for a different body, a different soul, a different existence, a former you *so when the mind and mouth glimpse a synchronized synapse, and just ‘bout ready to let the “L” bomb slip past the guardians of your own galaxy, you nick time, modify it to a moderate, but yet fulfill your need with a differentiated four letters.* (“Cariño para ti.”) “Care for you.”

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I don't like brief talks. I like long conversations. About anything and everything. Provided they are long and deep and they are had with, the right Woman. Long conversations are priceless, especially when the Woman, has a Beautiful Mind and a Passionate Soul. It's the Twenty First Century, way of making Love.

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Belong

Jun 25, 2020

Jun 25, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC

savio-fonseca

Long Conversations

I don't like brief talks. I like long conversations. About anything and everything. Provided they are long and deep and they are had with, the right Woman. Long conversations are priceless, especially when the Woman, has a Beautiful Mind and a Passionate Soul. It's the Twenty First Century, way of making Love.

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The art of procrastination, is to not care at all. What a fool I am? To assume I could do nothing at all, other than worry.

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Jun 5, 2020