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I'm reaching for you
But you're slipping away
Into the starlight
Of a new day
A new dawn
I must once again overcome
To survive till dusk
And dance in rays of moonlight
I'll find you there
As I always do
With drops of water on your face
And opaque hands stretched out towards me
I'll keep you in my dreams
Till the beams of light
Break you from my grasp again
The best poem I’ve ever written was for you
Or was it for me
It was filled with words of spite
And passion
Very descriptive words I might add
I must admit
You do inspire me
Like the sun inspires the flowers
To grow
Or the moon inspires wolves
To howl
I think the word wolves sounds funny when you say it
And there I go getting off topic again
Whether I’m writing for you
Or writing for me
The sky is an awful shade of blue today
Golden waves of sunlight dance in whites of eyes
Laughter rings like church bells through the air
A cool breeze ruffles the tops of the trees
The birds answer each other in chorus of notes
The children answer each other in a chorus of shouts
Happiness surrounds them like a halo
They bask in the company of each other
And their freedom
Later they have things they must do
And people they must see
But for now their worlds all their own
Dark desires as dark as river water
But unlike river water that is cold
It is warm like the sun
Warmed by passion as the sun is warmed by chemical reactions
The warmth is trapped by a blanket
A blanket that is like night
In the sense that it hides things
Things that are hidden because maybe they shouldn’t be done
Too soon to be done but driven by desire
Desire driven by need
The need of closeness opposite of a person who is claustrophobic
Opposite of space
Even though it feels like a million miles between the two hearts
Hearts that run at different paces like a cheetah and a cat
The same in root but made for different circumstances
Completely the same but so different
Different heartbeats like different rhythms
One is fast and hard and erratic like a cheetahs run
One is slow and steady and quiet as a cats tread
Two different drumbeats of two different songs
Like putting in two different ear buds playing two different songs that somehow go together
That blend to make a new tune
A tune that winds around bodies sticking to skin
Skin sticking to skin as arms are wound around waists
Like a cocoon cradling a caterpillar
When the arms are unwound a new creation will emerge
The arms having changed them so completely
Though the arms may never unwind because there is no desire for them to release
Release their captive and let them go
If their captive did go
It would come back like a moth to a flame
Locking itself in its own cell because it does not crave anywhere else as it craves this place
The captive does not wish to be released when it feels this nice to be held
In this cell of arms
Because in these arms the captive doesn’t have to be alone
The surrender of freedom for the reward of companionship
I could try to kiss the words from your lips
Coax them out with my tongue
Breath in the breath you’d use to voice them
Feel your mouth form the letters with my own
I could absorb these words without you saying them
But it’s nothing like having those words whispered in my ear
So that they travel through my head and down my spine
To settle somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach
So that it’s not a feeling
It’s a knowing
Love me
Hurt me

I’m sick
But so are you

We both love the same
Pain

Both have demons
Residing inside

Mine are from circumstance
What are yours from?

Tell me tonight
In the dark

As my skin
Touches yours

As the fire in my chest
Ignites

My pain
Your pain

Intertwined
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It starts in the pit of your stomach
Then it begins to build
Expanding
Filling up every empty space inside of you
Even the ones you didn’t know you had
It swells inside of you
Until there is nowhere left for it to go
Then it bubbles over
And comes pouring out of you
And you can’t stop it
Anymore than you can stop the feeling itself
And afterwards you’re empty again
Something was destroyed in its wake
And you’re not quite sure what
And you don’t know if you like that or not
Or if you even care anymore
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