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Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Dear reader,
Have you ever hidden yourself
Deep under the heavy blankets
In somewhat vain attempts to feel once more the warmth of embraces
Given by the one you loved?
Do you remember squeezing tightly
And forever hating to say goodbye to them
When it was time and the day had turned to night.
Can you recall looking forward to the next time?
Heart full to bursting with trust
That there would be a next time.
Do you remember how
Your heart had never beat stronger?
And the first kiss with your lover?
Losing yourselves in one another?
I remember, and continue to create
The memories that are stained
Ever so heavily, and thoroughly
With the tastes, the essence of love
That was shared between us
Throughout the trials we lasted.
Every moment worth remembrance.
Dear reader, do you remember it?
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Within the small seconds of
somatic experience betwixt us
A thousand stars ignite
In supernovas across my mind.
From the simple grazing
Of my skin against yours
Neurons begin firing beyond light speed
My hearts bpm rising rapidly.
Can you feel the beat?
The music that is your voice entices me.
The euphoria that is your scent sets my mind free.
The galaxy hidden with your eyes has enraptured
My soul. I’m drawn in by my curiosity.
Ah…
When we embrace can you feel the heat?
When we lock lips I fall deep
and hard into you.
I find myself lost in your space,
I am locked into your gravity.
Following the flow of your ambient
presence with it’s addicting uniqueness.
You step into my life and demand
all attention.
In the battle to keep from addiction
I lose to my heart, my mind, my body.
I am yours. Yes, have all of me.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
She is a collage
She is a collage of aspects
Too surreal and abstract
For me to really grasp at
But I love her all the same
And I love her all the more
When she opens up the doors
To the library of her mind full of
Experiences and wisdoms
That drown me in a downpour
Of flamboyant and intense colors
That make up her life.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I see.
A little box of poems and
Letters that I never sent
To those I wished to be recipients
I recall having written out tokens
Of many and various emotions.
Mainly love and similar concepts
But from the opposite end of that spectrum
Poetry from my bouts with depression.

A Little box of poems written by a
Young and not quite wise poet
Who only wrote when truly
Impassioned to express
His ideas and emotions
That were either romantic
Or intensely amative.

A Little box of letters
That were quite emotive.
That put into words my ocean
Hidden deep within.
That remind me of the fetters
That laid heavy on my heart
Set by unrequited love and
The following scars.

I see.
A Little box of me.
I’d sing to you soft songs
If you walked along with me
By the sea, harmonizing;
Eulogizing each wave before
Ignoring the temptation
For libations and viands.
The sands would demand
Hand and hand we stroll
And roll with the moment,
The foment feet way
At the end of this day.

I’d revel in this with you
New waves making lights
That night tries to hide
While inside we create
The greatest love and joys
Toys for the fates, caress
And dress us as royalty.
Loyalty and gratitude transform
As we form into a pair.
The wind ruffles our hair.

I’d breathe in the sea air
Sharing the breezes with you
Doing nothing but strolling
Unrolling a memory for two
Who both understand this
Is what it is; a beginning
Winning a celestial prize
For eyes that celebrate
This date as only ours;
These hours our dedication,
A presentation to us both
And loth to walk away
We so want to stay.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I love you.

I love every inch of you. With
Every word that passes your lips,
With every sigh and moan,
My mind goes on a trip.
Meeting you for the first time,
With every syllable I fall in love again.

I love you I do.
But let patience have its due.
Winters settled as I wait for you.
I despise the cold. I have to wrap
In others friendly warmth.
And now you make me blue.
You basked in anothers affection.
Oh Love, you've been to me untrue

Oh, but I love you I do.
If only you'd quit being a **** fool.
From a stressful relationship that ended on a sour note.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Your fingers brush
Against me and paint me
Anew with a lush

In your arms I am sweet
Relaxed and open you
Make My heart complete

I love resting on your *****
I am like a child
Arousing like a cherry blossom

You tickle my soul pink
Invoking the most ardent of feelings
In a single packed destined for you
Tell me now you wont leave my bed sheets
Laying next to you I feel love true.
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