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Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I only noticed her sitting
Behind me when the thick
Scent
Of silk, stars, and honey
Washed over and smothered me.
And when I turned to see,
To grace my eyes with her lovely
I, for an instant, drowned
In my enamored beholding
Of her loud and soft beauty.
Some spontaneous poetry from the bus ride on my way to Wright college.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I ain't got em.
I can't flick a switch
And produce the characteristics
Of your ideal one.
But.
Who'd you fall in love with?

I do believe it was the poet
Who wrote of your world
Something timeless.

I do believe it was the artist
Who painted in the pink excitement
That your life was lacking in.

I do believe it was the musician
Who played the strings
Of your heart something pleasant

I do believe it was the man
Who caused the words to slip
From your delicate lips.
“I've never loved like this”

I do believe you fell in love with me,
And not your ideal man.
In other words,
You fell for "Different"
Never forget the reason you fell in love. It plus a vastly important role in the course of the relationship. Whether it fails and you move on, or it continues to grow strong, or even balances and reaches its height.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Losing myself to the music.
Plug it up to my soul and listen.
The drugs for my psyche.
Call it an addiction.

Melodies to soften the pain,
Bass to pump my blood,
Treble to tremble my brain,
Harmony to Iron the rust.

Enhancing my every emotion
Or vice versa calming me down.
I'm currently *******
So I'm plugging it up right now
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Winter, I love her.
Her cold embrace loving and tight,
She chills my bones and heart
So that it doesn't matter I'm cold at night.

Sh makes me forget this,
Shattered, splintered heart.
She helps me forget the arrow
The flaming dart that broke it apart.

I love her sweet whispers
Brushing over my skill shaven bald,
Over my chest, my bare legs,
She loves that I don't shiver at all.

She doesn't mind the black, the grey, and the deep
Dark blue
Colors of my clothing that match my mood.
She doesn't mind my raggedy look, my darkened eyes
And the stone ice frozen muscle in my
Empty chest.
I love winter because she loves right.
Even though I'm depressed she loves me best
From back in my depressed days.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Dearest One,

You are what you don’t think you are
no question about it.
From the soles of your feet to the
Tips of the hairs of your head

Your hips, thighs, *******, eyes
Lips, nails, ***, skin, thick
Hair shoulder length
your presence is sublime
You are simply divine

Your embrace warm, and delectable
Your scent is intoxicating
To hold you in my arms is gratifying
The contact of your skin electrifying
Your sweet voice, sweet laughter,
Makes my heart beat hard and fast,
And the wings of my soul beat faster.

You’re exquisitely, wonderfully,
Perfectly charming, full of beauty,
Desirable, ****, scrumptious,
A luscious, and allure ebony goddess.
You are the very definition of
In that you please all my senses.
Once a diamond in the rough
You've reached perfection
You are smart, and delightful
Foxy, classy, and bewitching
You are, Beautiful
Old poem I wrote for a dear friend of mine.
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