soybean02 - Hello Poetry

This morning, I see you in the cannonball tree Come crash into me, I think Through the rustling of falling leaves, your voice calls You are hiding within the pale red fringe-flowers over there, I am certain I search for any relic of your scent amongst them My senses ache to be engulfed in your love Two blackbirds sing to each other from across the trees I should call, I think Maybe if your voice could touch my ears, everything would be alright Under the drizzle of an August day, I fall in love with you again But I can still see you crying that day in March My sweet boy… Maybe you belong beneath the fallen leaves

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC

soybean02

Wandering

This morning, I see you in the cannonball tree Come crash into me, I think Through the rustling of falling leaves, your voice calls You are hiding within the pale red fringe-flowers over there, I am certain I search for any relic of your scent amongst them My senses ache to be engulfed in your love Two blackbirds sing to each other from across the trees I should call, I think Maybe if your voice could touch my ears, everything would be alright Under the drizzle of an August day, I fall in love with you again But I can still see you crying that day in March My sweet boy… Maybe you belong beneath the fallen leaves

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Your hair twists around a chopstick As you tell me you don’t need them to eat I would do anything to see your curls turn grey One strand at a time Hold you when you cry Heal you when you’re hurt Brush your hair, rub your feet, breakfast in bed Cook for you Read to you walk with you protect you always stay with you Without recompense Without a grandiose facade I walk up the stairs to your house My heart in anticipation I jump into your arms It is special each time

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC

soybean02

Aging

Your hair twists around a chopstick As you tell me you don’t need them to eat I would do anything to see your curls turn grey One strand at a time Hold you when you cry Heal you when you’re hurt Brush your hair, rub your feet, breakfast in bed Cook for you Read to you walk with you protect you always stay with you Without recompense Without a grandiose facade I walk up the stairs to your house My heart in anticipation I jump into your arms It is special each time

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Some nights, I search for you under the covers You are tucked away safely in my dreams, Scaling mountains made of eucalyptus bark Swimming in shallow plunge pools with breath taking views And kissing in a queen sized bed What makes one worthy of devotion? You loved me as much as the moon loves the earth Handwritten notes stained with kisses and tears Stealing paper hearts and secret touches Sacrifices and thoughtful gestures The best strain of love But my name can never accompany yours on a piece of paper Is devotion given or is it earned? Let me know how devotion feels

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC

soybean02

Devotion

Some nights, I search for you under the covers You are tucked away safely in my dreams, Scaling mountains made of eucalyptus bark Swimming in shallow plunge pools with breath taking views And kissing in a queen sized bed What makes one worthy of devotion? You loved me as much as the moon loves the earth Handwritten notes stained with kisses and tears Stealing paper hearts and secret touches Sacrifices and thoughtful gestures The best strain of love But my name can never accompany yours on a piece of paper Is devotion given or is it earned? Let me know how devotion feels

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My palms glide down your spine Smooth skin meets sandpaper As your back tapers into your *** Sensual or ****** or sanative It makes no difference to me Every inch slipping downwards, The primal urge to please To elicit a passionate sigh Sensual or ****** or sanative It makes no difference to me

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC

soybean02

Pampering

My palms glide down your spine Smooth skin meets sandpaper As your back tapers into your *** Sensual or ****** or sanative It makes no difference to me Every inch slipping downwards, The primal urge to please To elicit a passionate sigh Sensual or ****** or sanative It makes no difference to me

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You walk five steps ahead and take a right Never closer without a sign As though we didn’t say I love you and I love you Over the phone Last night Your eyes carelessly scan my body and find Nothing worth more than a keek As though you didn’t set your sights On my submissive figure Last week You treat me like a child when we dine I feel small and without power As though I didn’t call you Daddy When we were alone Last hour You take a picture of me and my date Pretending As though you had never felt the softness Inside me I am yours and you are mine

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 1:22 PM UTC

soybean02

Strangers

You walk five steps ahead and take a right Never closer without a sign As though we didn’t say I love you and I love you Over the phone Last night Your eyes carelessly scan my body and find Nothing worth more than a keek As though you didn’t set your sights On my submissive figure Last week You treat me like a child when we dine I feel small and without power As though I didn’t call you Daddy When we were alone Last hour You take a picture of me and my date Pretending As though you had never felt the softness Inside me I am yours and you are mine

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Something as innocent as knitting Reminds me of us Two needles and One strand of yarn Creates thousands of stitches Unbroken and uncut The V's and the U's of the fabric Repeating rhythmically A needle enters a loop a thousand times Repeating rhythmically Sometimes the hand falters And needs more guidance The needle slides in a thousand more times And continues the V's and the U's Unbroken and uncut

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC

soybean02

When life gives you yarn

Something as innocent as knitting Reminds me of us Two needles and One strand of yarn Creates thousands of stitches Unbroken and uncut The V's and the U's of the fabric Repeating rhythmically A needle enters a loop a thousand times Repeating rhythmically Sometimes the hand falters And needs more guidance The needle slides in a thousand more times And continues the V's and the U's Unbroken and uncut

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I can write you a letter You can read it before you sleep I can knit you a toy Only one which you can keep My gifts to you The only trace of me in your world A strand of my auburn hair touches Your floor Your face Your bed Your beard My gifts to you The only trace of me in your world

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 1:06 PM UTC

soybean02

The only trace of me in your world

I can write you a letter You can read it before you sleep I can knit you a toy Only one which you can keep My gifts to you The only trace of me in your world A strand of my auburn hair touches Your floor Your face Your bed Your beard My gifts to you The only trace of me in your world

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I am in love with the Way you speak the Way your mouth moves when you say my name the Way your throat thrums when you moan at your peak the Way your tongue touches the roof of your mouth and down to your teeth and your teeth gently grazes your bottom lip To produce sound You tell me I should listen more.

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 12:41 PM UTC

soybean02

Active Listening

I am in love with the Way you speak the Way your mouth moves when you say my name the Way your throat thrums when you moan at your peak the Way your tongue touches the roof of your mouth and down to your teeth and your teeth gently grazes your bottom lip To produce sound You tell me I should listen more.

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