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bytsholofelo
bytsholofelo
32/F/South Africa Designer | Photographer | Hobby Writer | Advocate 4 women in progress
These lungs are still.  As flameless fire, We are breathing dead smoke. Looking back at our love,  began full of sparked ignitions and frictions of heat,   red flames of  passion  love lust  trust and comfort  perhaps over sticks not coal. We heard a whisper... "to enjoy a lasting fire one must have a good foundation, coal is key not sticks nor paper or it will burn out fast" When tested, our fire sizzled out. flameless love sticks was all we had to work with. no foundation of coal. nor that signature paper. We've sat blowing at these sticks from all sides  with hope of catching one last spark,  trying to awaken the fire once again. Campaigning within ourselves let's live again, lust again, love Against and beyond ourselves Have we lost sight of the ground? taken by the wind of life's happenings now barely touching at fingertips we've forgotten the lips that whispered foundations of a true love's lasting fire. are we hopeless? our love flames are breathing on sticks not coal.  both locked on exhale  no oxygen to our souls back, neck and head coiled  like a lifeless corps hanging from the spine we are dying, Love we've blown all through and through and I know somehow I still love you  but while sitting in this thick cloud of smoke I fearfully ask how do I breathe for I and you?
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
Flameless
From my hair            i offer strength From my eyes             i offer no judgment From my ears             i offer understanding From my lips             i offer truth From my *****             i offer rest From my hips             i offer passion From my hands             i offer guidance For my nose             i give you pride From my shoulders             i offer the world For my arms             i offer a shield From my heart             i offer my home
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
My offering
I once knew love, came above the skies, cleared the pale vision and introduced sparkle to my eyes, weaved threads of passion in my heart and in-between my thighs. I once knew love, that stopped time, moved distance just for me. Love, that felt my tears, shared the laughter, patiently imprisoned my reality. Ohhh how I once knew love! Met it through fires of great confidence. ****** eyes that strangely entice us both to the harmony of heart beat balance. I did once know this love, that elevated my dreams, that bathed us in hot bubbles of passionately-captivating extremes. I once knew love that silently loved ME ohhmm so perfectly I once knew love that tickled me up on the inside awoke the bright rays of my sunshine, love that only stood against the test of time, love I thought forever mine. I knew it once that love, my first and only true kind of love. With each thread by hand it weaved a warm and safe blanket for my head above, lifted me higher than any cloud, unfolded and repaired my battered wings like a doves. Love and I once flew, when that Love was once you.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
The Love I knew