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 May 2015 Rose
Keva Minus
We took a dive in the stars.
I made a wish, just one.
I begged the moon, just one more dance,
before we faced the morning sun.

Moonlight lovers, that's what we are.
We ache to be covered in the moon.
The lambency impels us to stay,
until the sunlight compels you home.

Last night rest on my lips, it throbs my pelvis.
You are the star covering my sky.
For we are lovers of the fervor night,
the owls awake and birds no longer fly.

We thirst for the passion that the moon brings forth.
We pine at the thought of the time that's left.
We don't want this to end ever,
and so we count the hours until sunset.

We are moonlight lovers,
We dance in the moon.
We are moonlight lovers,
Until your sunlight love comes home.
This poem is about the other woman/man that is in love/lust with a person that is committed to someone else.  

By: Keva Minus ©
 May 2015 Rose
Keva Minus
Can I wear your heart?
Maybe I'll just try it on.
If it fits, it's mine!
Open up your heart to me.  Maybe we belong together....Maybe.
Love is such a gamble, you win some you lose some.
If you find a love that fits you perfect, try not to let it go!

By: Keva Minus ©
 May 2015 Rose
Keva Minus
Dangle
 May 2015 Rose
Keva Minus
We are at the tip of lust.
Trying not to fall in the arms of love.
And so we dangle!
When Lust becomes Love
By: Keva Minus ©
 May 2015 Rose
amrutha
What does it mean to be beautiful,
  To be alone in the most beautiful way
  To sink into the solitude with such grace
  A candle flame flickers that way
  Speechless a burning orange fire
Restless to become one with the darkness around.
Clothes wet and washed down the rocks
Lost somewhere in the running black water
What does it mean to be beauty itself,
  To be naked like the night
  Lost and meditating in desire
  Craving quietly for his holy touch
Tell me what it means
to be beauty itself,
  to be naked like the night
  and still get him to stare
  at only the moon that you hold in your eyes.
'Black is beautiful.' Is there a greater beauty than being vacuum? Endless Space.
 May 2015 Rose
SøułSurvivør
Couldn't be more grand!
They "catch your drift"
They understand.

The company of writers
The company of folks
Who "get" your pain
Laugh at your jokes!

They know the need
For being heard
Most people think
Our "play" absurd
And how expression
Can be burred
And inspiration
When it occurs
Can clear the mind
of weeds and burrs
They don't know
The written word.

Through a world
As black as pitch
It's a puzzle
It's a *****
I don't know
I can't say which
Is worse... the scratching...
Or the itch!

But you, my friend
Are part of me
You have my eyes
So you can see
Though we may bicker
And disagree
We are poets

Our mind's are FREE



SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/27/2015
Thanks to all my friends
At Hello Poetry...
You're like my
Extended FAMILY.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

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 May 2015 Rose
JD
Perception
 May 2015 Rose
JD
Beauty is the perception of the mind.
It's not always what you see on the outside
but, instead it's what you don't see as they pass by.
That's what makes them truly beautiful and rare.
 May 2015 Rose
WickedHope
A delusional, desperate high
Where I seem to have
Made more of a stranger
Of the boy with the blue eyes
I'm sorry.
Please talk to me again.
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