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  Feb 2018 Níla
William A Gibson
so loving,
so open,
your tender, patient smile
a gift, undeserving
to stay with me at night

so hungry
and battered,
more used than I’ll admit.
craving every offer
of your forgiving lips

my broken
mind clenches,
but drawn in, oh, so much
I sleep, now drifting,
below your gentle touch.

it's selfish
to take it
and let these dark wounds heal
I’m lost, forgotten
and what I have, I steal

condemned
god left me
to drift alone in shame
and you
sing whispers
so brave to speak my name
  Jan 2018 Níla
Lior Gavra
Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?

Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?

Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?

No...

I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.

Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.
Níla Jan 2018
Wake me up
I´m dreaming of you
It was lovely and
fiery and
frightening too

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