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Janelise Sep 2018
He was air.
He had atmosphere.
Occasionally arrid, stiff yet
Kind. Sweet like a soft breeze on a hot day carrying the scent of a memory.

She was water.
The earths blood.
The forever giving and desperately taking. An angry crash or a seductive wave caressing the sand at your feet.

They were a storm.
Tempestous and beautiful.
Mixed up in each other's make up. Mirrioring one another.
Trying to understand which color to mimic, which shape to become. Still They attempt to map each other but can't actually predict the weather.
And they never stop trying.
Janelise Jun 2018
"I love the ocean"
He whispered softly
His breath tickling
Her crashing waves
The moon shining light
On her truest intentions:
A way into her depth.
he followed that tempest
Until he was felled by her darkness.
Janelise Jun 2018
The air and the sea were once lovers.
Their romance was beautiful, tragic,
And well lit by the others.

He would lick her waves and she would ease his winds. Together, they committed the perfect sin.

The air  mirrored her anchor and the ocean promised he'd always have her but they reflected the sadness in eachother.

So, it all fell to the wayside. The winds and the tides.Though there was still an ache behind their storming eyes.
Janelise Jan 2018
Is that one day,
You will meet a woman who fills your heart, unexpectedly;
And it wont be me.
Janelise Nov 2017
I wish i was empty.
Hollow like a hallway.
Incapable of holding
Any of those things you carry.

I wish i was air;
Carefree and forgetful.
Unlike the deep, dark sea,
Always under some lover's weight.

I wish I was worthy.
That i could find some kind of love.
Not this shaded overcast
That wont stop this sinking.

Soon I'll be numb.
Dead to the touch again.
Completely frozen over.
Ignoring those trying to get in.
Janelise Oct 2017
I'm in love with being touched
Like im the only one you've ever wanted.

I must feel crashing crescendos and gravitational draws when we wax and wane.

Because, the moments we share are as enchanting as our ever growing celestial potential.

Bodies alive with the same tensions that tether the darkest corners of the universe; pulling us in.
Janelise Aug 2017
i cant sleep.
my mind drifts back
to the night on the beach.
i remember how each breath
was in rhythm with the sea.
the taste of ocean air on warm lips, sweet.  
joy, happiness, and depth.
crashing waves, and you,
Opening me.
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