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Born in your adoration
Lost in your embrace
Like a coca cola you're  giving me happiness
Smiles all flooding and I feel I'm sinking in
I'm craving for you like i found me gold
For your face sparkles more like diamond
I feel my heart falling
Could it be gravity!
Could it be your magnetic field!
Lightning strikes me once and i wake up in a bed of roses laying next to you
Your breath resuscitates me back to life
And your soft tender touch massages my body and makes it feel alright.
The cool breeze suddenly travels across my body
I open my eyes and realize I'm all alone and that feeling cuts me deep
Why do you make me feel this way? I yell
I send my "I love you "message through the wind
And before it reaches you
I see you kissing another man
I get this feeling "I'll never be yours" but please stop having control over me.
Life made it easier for us to be strangers and not lovers.
I will simply remain your secret admirer.
Heartbreaking I should say
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Napolis
Still feel

your angry
gypsy

nails

buried in

hopelessness

in my back.

they are

just hole

in the wall

reminders

that I will

never be

invincible

to broken

down love

love affairs.

or ever go

riding off into

the sunset

on the painted

ponies of

your dreams.


or what do

the poets call it

when only

one of you

is in love?


and one

of the ponies

had to

be shot

somewhere

along the

way.


maybe it is

an illusion

that two

people are

truly made

for each other.


I know your

not Barbie

did you ever

see me

as Ken?


or were you

just a left over

thought today

that passed

through my

head on

the way to

somewhere else.


like looking down

and suddenly

realizing that

my shoes


are untied.
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Pagan Paul
.
You are there,
stalking my memories,
a series of pornographic tapestries
woven deep into my mind,
Hand stitched together
with a cold blunt needle,
threatening to unravel fast
when the sun kisses the horizon.

The petals of paper flowers
yellow with time passing,
presenting a weathered view
of a love that once thrived,
but is now moon dust
gathering on a dark web
of lust laced
with delicate ****** fragments.




© Pagan Paul (25/08/18)
.
The king of Saturn, it's said,
Has eyes in the back of his head
    To add to the brunt,
    He has none in the front
And so everywhere must be lead.

The king of Jupiter, too,
Has his head on, askew
    He says hello
    When he sees people go,
With only their backsides to view.
© 2018 Wayne Wysocki
oh, rose addicted lips,
cruel and beautiful,
whisper your gentle lies
and ponder;
what do you despise more,
the ache or the release?
.
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Aslam M
Late Night Conversations
End up with Headaches
At times Heartaches.
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