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RMatheson Feb 9
When you need
me too hold you
I am there.

When you need
closeness because you're sad
I am there.

When you need
me to use your body
I am there.

When you need
time with me
I am there.

But the opposites
are never true
and the weight
of your one-sided calendar
is
crushing
and
depleting
me.
RMatheson Feb 8
You move me
like music.

Your voice
sings to me.

Your skin
is a symphony.

Your smile?
An endless coda.

Your wet,
my hard.

A string of intertwining melodies
bound as one,
no interval.

An ostinato
that never leaves
the eternity of
your Springtime breeze.
...while I watch you...
RMatheson Feb 8
And so I write here
so as not to disturb.
What can I say?
All I am is words.
RMatheson Feb 8
I'll be

dreaming...

Salt...Sand...

Your brown skin
in the Sun.
RMatheson Feb 3
You left me discarded
a dead leaf drying further
and went on your pursuit
of attention and power.

Not even the acorn
resplendent in its beauty
could pull you back
into orbit.

Well four decades
have taught me well
and I have pursued
you long enough.

I can father myself,
so *******.
RMatheson Jan 31
...and I cradled your head
on my chest
hair a rarest substance
onyx in reflection
eyes black holes
whose event horizon
arrests me

the feel of your skin
cheek cradled in my palm
press of your body
like a reflecting song
I can't get out
of my head

and I could breathe
again.
RMatheson Jan 30
He watched, eyes like bullets,
as his innards spilled down
the ziggurat's multicoloured steps.

Sacrifice impetus:
To win the Gods' request

And as he breathed his request,
she was his again,
and he died
happy.
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