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XPY Mar 2020
If someone asked me
how I would describe
I would tell them this:

is stepping outside in spring.
It is the welcoming
embrace of sun.

is lying in a field of grass.
It is the rustle of leaves
in the summer breeze.

is standing in the light rain,
and the sweet birdsong
when the sky opens up.

is the feeling when your hands brush;
her lips on yours, breathing the same air.
It is the fire in two hearts that beat together.
© X. P. Y. 2020
XPY Jan 2020
I feel the feather-light touches
Of imaginary fingers
As they creep across my shoulders.
I pretend that the pressure
Across my chest is the security
Of your arms holding me.
But really, it is the constricting
Bind of loneliness
Gripping me tightly.
© X. P. Y. 2020
XPY Dec 2019
I clung to you like a lifeline-
A floating buoy in a violent sea
But when I let go of you
Into the deep, deep
I found that I had gills—
And I could breathe.
XPY 12-8-19
XPY Dec 2019
We were magical;
Like shooting stars
Caught between clouds.
XPY 12-7-19
XPY Nov 2019
We built our house
at the base of Vesuvius;
in the shadow of that mountain
we made our home.

When the tremors came
we shook it off and carried on:
it was just the island settling.

When fire rained down,
and smoke and ash filled the sky
we did nothing but watch,
as the air darkened.

We knew- in the back of our minds-
that the end was coming, and yet
we did nothing because what was there to do?

They will come in a hundred years
and see the green grass and
the beautiful, vibrant blossoms
and know nothing of the fire that destroyed us.
© XPY 2019
XPY Sep 2019
The rain descends
like a velvet curtain.

I use that steady
pounding, thrumming

to cleanse my skin
of your touch.

It fills me up, and I spit you out;
wring you out of my hair.

Thunder crashes
lightning flashes
and I
© XPY 2019
XPY Sep 2019
You go out late
at night, and i stay here,
picking up the pieces
of the mess you left behind.

(i am the mess you left behind
and i spend the night
picking up the broken
pieces of myself
© XPY 2019
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