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Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Her figure
Puts me in a frame of mind
That subscribes
To the graces of her pleasures.
And I haven't even touched,
Nor shared a word
With my muse.

My relationship with her
Is purely my aesthetic and mental view,
And my heart's intense pounding
When she comes around me.
In other words...

I'd like to get to know you.
Thinking bout the times when I see a lady who's intelligent, which increases her beauty in my view. Only, I can never sayba word to them. Only write a quick poem in my mind that ends up being forgotten.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
In
The crook of your neck,
The smoothness of its length.
The rising of your collarbones
As you take in breath.
The shallow depth
Of your sternum notch
These things with love do I watch,
These things with rising excitement
Do I gracefully with soft lips touch,
But I do not forget to caress your lips
With my own. Your cheeks, forehead,
Your soft temple, your crown,
Your eyelids, your eyebrows,
Nose, ear, chin. Every inch of skin burning,
Do I lose myself in
As your spirit intoxicates me.
Thinking about the moments when I'd lose all awareness of the world. Moments when she was 100% my focus.
I'll be like
Every other poet
And compare you
To the stars

Because you shine
So bright and
Very beautifully
Just like them

But you and
I both know
Behind that glow
You're dying inside
Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 21, 2016
Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
Twenty-six letters in the alphabet
Restrain me in creativity of expression
But I'll use all variations of them
To express every possible emotion
Because I am so free and so big
Made up of small infinities
I want to love with intensity
And hurt just the same
I'll burn every letter on paper
As it burns in my heart
For you all to see that I am the letters
And also everything in between
Shared on Hello Poetry on January 29, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved

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Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I am a deep sea,
A vast ocean of many things.
But who can say they've truly
Conquered the Atlantic?
I certainly have many aspects
That I have yet
To control and understand.
And I feel at the bottom there rests
A chest of a somewhat forgotten past,
That slips open sometimes
And sets free traumatic
Memories that remain for me
Unreleasable. In the torrent of
Emotions from that time long ago
I become so turbulent,
Caught in the tides of emotion
If but for a moment.
Of that chest, is there any way to let go?
I don't know. I don't know.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
How long to forget
A memory?
How I've comforted,
And consoled many.
But for myself there is
Still a vast sea
Of regretful pasts
To conquer and release
For only then,
May I find peace.
A faultless poem
inkless, without erasures
written in fixed glances
in agreement
a matchless pact

Each verse, a touch
a breath, a gaze

suddenly, their storm
unleashed
ink runs intense
crimson hearts bleed
bodies collapse

their surrender writes an end
a kiss
their thirst, a perpetual desire
to rewrite with fault
they call it a draft
and find a blank page
Write me a poem, he said. So she takes his hand and...
01/30/2016
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