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 May 2018 Jasleen kalra
Jack
“please be *****”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and ****,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be *****”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be *****". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
Every morning I close my eyes,
And every night I open them.
Every time when thunder strikes,
I feel completely overwhelmed.

There is something inside of me,
Which brings me near to death.
There is something in my mind,
Which does not make me feel so well.
My body aches,
And the pain ever grows.
What I feel,
Nobody knows.

The story from life to death,
Stops for a while.
Now, I am neither dead nor alive,
I wish I could again be a stubborn child.
I cry in pain,
For I know the end is near.
I pray for death to take me away,
For it is life that I fear.
What I fear,
I cannot tell.
For is it death or the risk of losing,
I cannot tell.
Every morning I hear,
The highly frequent ring of that towering bell.
But, is it a sign of freedom,
I cannot tell.

I cannot tell,
The lies from the truth.
For the lies are many,
But truth is just one.
And the fear of dying,
Is critized by no one.
For is it living that I fear,
Or the sound from that hollow tale,
What I fear,
I cannot tell.
She said to me "Marc now there's something i just could never understand, where is your heart exactly because I don't know how you continue to stand. How many times has it broke and how many times has it healed, if it's healed, has it healed? I don't get it why don't you give up like any other man?" All I could do was smile as a took her hand and in its Palm I traced my heart like I would in the sand, and I said. "My heart is in your hand where it has always been, and all those struggles yeah they’re hard but it makes it all worth it when we gaze at the stars." And as I closed her hand her teardrops hit the sand and washed into the ocean blue as she grasped out for me yelling I love you. And in the silence of our embrace she realized our hands had found grace as our heartbeats sang a tune we felt through our palms on that warm afternoon.

MJP

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