MDL - Hello Poetry

Not one of my own, but from www.iwrotethisforyou.me ---- I know how you felt when I touched you, because I know how I felt when you touched me. So you cannot tell me that you do not think of it often, or wonder why no one will ever be able to touch you like that, again.

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Oct 10, 2017

Oct 10, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC

The Eternal Echo

Not one of my own, but from www.iwrotethisforyou.me ---- I know how you felt when I touched you, because I know how I felt when you touched me. So you cannot tell me that you do not think of it often, or wonder why no one will ever be able to touch you like that, again.

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I cannot say that I fell skyward into the blacks of your eyes after your crescent moon smile washed out the ground beneath me. No, I leapt.

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC

I Cannot Say

I cannot say that I fell skyward into the blacks of your eyes after your crescent moon smile washed out the ground beneath me. No, I leapt.

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Be weightless, my love, like the mists that kiss your skin when waves collapse on the coast. Soar like a sparrow, hover like a hummingbird, dip like a dragonfly, spin like a samara. Dance through the air to your endless, serene song. Dance across streams, atop forest canopies, above the clouds. You deserve to dance because you are majestic. Never let the gravity of the earth define your worth.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC

Weightless

Be weightless, my love, like the mists that kiss your skin when waves collapse on the coast. Soar like a sparrow, hover like a hummingbird, dip like a dragonfly, spin like a samara. Dance through the air to your endless, serene song. Dance across streams, atop forest canopies, above the clouds. You deserve to dance because you are majestic. Never let the gravity of the earth define your worth.

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Slowly, it starts. Boiling, Rising, Seeping through the cracks. With heart clawing up my throat, you dance on the tip of my tongue; your voice 'round mine like flesh on bone. With your reflection sewn to my feet I cannot escape you. You are weaved fabric from a familiar land; a veil that strangles and blinds. But there will come a time when I will bite your silver tongue from my mind; f l a y y o u r s k i n from my bones. I will be heard (the ringing in your ear) "You were never welcome here."

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Jul 9, 2017

Jul 9, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC

Silver-Tongued Ghost

Slowly, it starts. Boiling, Rising, Seeping through the cracks. With heart clawing up my throat, you dance on the tip of my tongue; your voice 'round mine like flesh on bone. With your reflection sewn to my feet I cannot escape you. You are weaved fabric from a familiar land; a veil that strangles and blinds. But there will come a time when I will bite your silver tongue from my mind; f l a y y o u r s k i n from my bones. I will be heard (the ringing in your ear) "You were never welcome here."

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The summer rain reminds me of you, Of making pillow forts and popcorn, laughing at bad horror movies while the rain laughs along on the roof above. The summer rain reminds me of you, Of rushing from the car with our groceries without an umbrella and then spreading out our haul as if it to calculate how long it could last if the storm trapped us in our apartment forever. The summer rain reminds me of you, Of the flash of your smile and the thunder of your laughter, followed by the deluge of tears. And me counting the time between over the months and years, wondering if there's something worse on the way. The summer rain reminds me of you, Of laying awake at night listening to your troubled moans, praying that your clouded heart would one day clear. Though I always wished the storm would pass and the sun would shine, I always smile when it rains because the summer rain reminds me of you.

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC

The Summer Rain

The summer rain reminds me of you, Of making pillow forts and popcorn, laughing at bad horror movies while the rain laughs along on the roof above. The summer rain reminds me of you, Of rushing from the car with our groceries without an umbrella and then spreading out our haul as if it to calculate how long it could last if the storm trapped us in our apartment forever. The summer rain reminds me of you, Of the flash of your smile and the thunder of your laughter, followed by the deluge of tears. And me counting the time between over the months and years, wondering if there's something worse on the way. The summer rain reminds me of you, Of laying awake at night listening to your troubled moans, praying that your clouded heart would one day clear. Though I always wished the storm would pass and the sun would shine, I always smile when it rains because the summer rain reminds me of you.

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I vibrate at the touch of your electric fingertips Arcing across my skin. The undertow of your undulous hips, Your sea breeze voice luring me in. I need no compass to find my way Around your stomach, thighs, your mouth agape Singing your siren song of the day While my lips map out your shape. Though you're a storm in my bed Threatening to leave me breathless, blue, I leap heels over head And cast myself into the depths of you.

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Jun 26, 2017

Jun 26, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC

Depths of You

I vibrate at the touch of your electric fingertips Arcing across my skin. The undertow of your undulous hips, Your sea breeze voice luring me in. I need no compass to find my way Around your stomach, thighs, your mouth agape Singing your siren song of the day While my lips map out your shape. Though you're a storm in my bed Threatening to leave me breathless, blue, I leap heels over head And cast myself into the depths of you.

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A timid tapping, A raucous rapping; Salvation calls from above. A rumbling, a roar, Calls me out my door To the unknown, cast in shade. Her electric smile, Flashing all the while As if for her I was made. A tickle, trickle, Then sliced by sickle, The sky engulfs me in love.

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Jun 22, 2017

Jun 22, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC

Electric Smile

A timid tapping, A raucous rapping; Salvation calls from above. A rumbling, a roar, Calls me out my door To the unknown, cast in shade. Her electric smile, Flashing all the while As if for her I was made. A tickle, trickle, Then sliced by sickle, The sky engulfs me in love.

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I hear you calling from within these walls, but I've spent forever pawing, clawing at the plaster to free you. My hands overflow with expanding silence. I cannot speak. I lay with you night after night separated by this wall of flesh that mimics my every breath as you sing me to sleep with your haunting, your taunting melody. Your slowing pulse is the most maddening rhythm. Your fading voice, the saddest cadence. I want to share your secrets with the world. Send your voice on the wind. Hammer your heartbeat into the ground. Heard. Felt. I will carve out my name With one of the finer points of life.

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC

The Taste of Amontillado

I hear you calling from within these walls, but I've spent forever pawing, clawing at the plaster to free you. My hands overflow with expanding silence. I cannot speak. I lay with you night after night separated by this wall of flesh that mimics my every breath as you sing me to sleep with your haunting, your taunting melody. Your slowing pulse is the most maddening rhythm. Your fading voice, the saddest cadence. I want to share your secrets with the world. Send your voice on the wind. Hammer your heartbeat into the ground. Heard. Felt. I will carve out my name With one of the finer points of life.

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You found me the way fire finds the parched forests of California. You caressed me the way waves caress the crumbling coast of every once-great Mediterranean city. You whispered like the wind whispers sandstorms across the Sahara Desert. You wept water-like into the fissures of my foundation and froze until I crumbled; until I became a memory of myself; a phantom limb; a shadow in the dark.

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC

You.

You found me the way fire finds the parched forests of California. You caressed me the way waves caress the crumbling coast of every once-great Mediterranean city. You whispered like the wind whispers sandstorms across the Sahara Desert. You wept water-like into the fissures of my foundation and froze until I crumbled; until I became a memory of myself; a phantom limb; a shadow in the dark.

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