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 Dec 2023 JDK
Stu Harley
Young lovers feel the break of dawn,
In tender moments before day is drawn.
As darkness fades and skies turn gold,
Their love story beautifully unfolds.

In the soft embrace of morning's birth,
They find solace in each other's worth.
With whispered promises, their hearts align,
Young lovers' spirits intertwine.

They greet the day with love's embrace,
As dawn unveils its gentle face.
With stolen kisses and eyes that gleam,
Their affection paints the morning's dream.

As sunlight spreads across the land,
Young lovers walk, hand in hand.
Their laughter echoes in morning's light,
A love so pure, a glorious sight.

In the break of dawn, love finds its start,
Etching memories in their shared heart.
With every sunrise, their love reborn,
Young lovers embrace the new day born.

In the tapestry of dawn's gentle hue,
Their love story blossoms, fresh and true.
For in the break of dawn's soft kiss,
Young lovers find eternal bliss.
 Dec 2023 JDK
rk
orange romantics
 Dec 2023 JDK
rk
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss them
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
 Dec 2023 JDK
Reshnia crimson
Swallow them down
Lumps of coal leaving dust in my throat
Cough once
Cough twice
Spit out black coal dust
Brush my teeth

In my chest
Or sometimes my stomach
The pressure builds

When I *****
And my stomach wretches
And my heart seizes

They'll climb back up my esophagus
Edges sharpened
Reflecting crimson gore
From the paths they cut as they came back out

If coal can turn into diamonds
Can my "self restraint"
Turn a bitten tongue into silver?

I cut my voice on diamonds
They looked like rubies when I spit them out
 Dec 2023 JDK
Níla
Mosquito bite
 Dec 2023 JDK
Níla
A summernight in Mid-July
We'd talk and talk until my skin
Was covered in mosquito bites
I didn't mind, I let it sting

Those bites they kept me company
In the days you weren't around
I itched and scratched so angrily
They could stay forever on my account.
 Sep 2023 JDK
Madeline Clow
Mama
 Sep 2023 JDK
Madeline Clow
There is a scary lady that lives within me mama, I am usually unaware of her and forget she's even there until all of a sudden I sense her and I remember that I had forgotten all about her and it all comes back to me and then once again i forget mama that
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