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  Jul 2020 Yasmine
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
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

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
  Jul 2020 Yasmine
My best highs are my lowest lows,

depression can be addicting,

but being an addict can get depressing,

and I've been living just to die,

wondering whats on the other side.
  Jul 2020 Yasmine
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.”
2:34 PM
Fri Jul 17
  Jun 2020 Yasmine
Savio Fonseca
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.
Yasmine Jun 2020
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.
  May 2020 Yasmine
How can emptiness be so heavy?
  May 2020 Yasmine
Does desire make you happy
or do they take away
the existing happiness?
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