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
Because if you leave
I'll have to dedicate every word
To the mischief in your eyes
Manifested as a glimmer paired
With that confident smile that paints
An equal grin on my face
Or the art of hugging
You've pretty much perfected
And the warmth of your arms
When you tell me it'll all be alright

Or the crazy dancing you do
Alone to indie in your room
With a half starved body
And an overworked mind full of stars
Or the powerful way you debate
And the technical tweaks in your work
You never stop making
Because perfectionism matters so much

And I'll have to write about your peeves
Like the clicking of an anxious pen
Or the tapping of uncut nails on desks
Or how you refuse to end on an even number
Despite that being the obvious norm.

I'll have to entwine every twirl of your DNA
Of the things you said and implied to me
Of the cherry *** blush in your cheeks
And every strand of our jumbled conversations
Into infinite books of poetry
If you leave.

And that would be a shame
Because you hate poems so much <3
I love Noemie too much to let her go away. She's slipping but she's still one of my favourite people on the planet.
The look it took
integrating the view into
something else than one
                                            self is my misery
                                            holding onto
                                            why I fell
The look it took...
Oh darling
how I wish you could have seen me
walking up to you
on grass into the imagination of a dancing A.
to follow up with B
through the night
till we're meeting Z.
losing concept,

all over,


Cozy in a fort of blankets
*****, entangled where wild moans are kiting
in our try to be one.
Locking eyes, and we
dying without style,
where our faces are high up,
able to cry,
where we caress inner flesh,
accessing the mash
tasting as we'd be
one of the
The leaves turned the light on,
it shined on parts seemingly gone

and I know I am not wrong,
when I say that I love you

and I'll wait for you
singing your unchained melody

in your need
to open up
with all your ***** secrets,

in my need to share you mine.
You'd be the first one
I would tell it to

although I know
that I'm guilty of some unforgiven crimes.
But when I see your smile
I'm reminded of the cute face

when biting into a sour lime.

And I'll wait for all your ***** secrets to come up for kisses
in my love for how you are

Maybe someday we'll be able to
open our hearts
far from fear of destruction.

"Lonely mountains gaze
At the stars, at the stars
Waiting for the dawn of the day
All alone I gaze
At the stars, at the stars
Dreaming of my love far away.

Like Elvis in his last try.
Everyone wants happiness;

no one wants pain.                     n
                                                 i            b
                                            a                      o
But you can't have a   r                                w    

without a little rain.
Just something little that popped into my head.
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