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 Jan 2016 Aaron Conway
Dawn King
My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be
I’m so in love with
Your story
I forget all the fragments of me
So I read, and reread
The caverns of the mind
How the vile side winds
Captivating fixations
Tangle and bind
Ferment and remind of
The here and now
As the north winds howl
Futile hush muzzled
Omens from the
Incubus vagrant brow
That follows me
On down to
The mountain edge
The city street hedge
Clock tower ledge
My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
 Jan 2016 Aaron Conway
Miira
Is it legal
To be addicted?
Will I be sent to rehab
For being addicted to you?

Is it legal
To have butterflies in my stomach
As our lips meet,
While you hold me close to you,
Will I be judged
For feeling this way?

Is it legal
To feel like I belong to you
As you look at me affectionately,
Touching me like never before,
Sending shivers down my spine,
Will I be punished
For letting you love me this way?

Is it legal
To holding you,
And not wanting to let you go
Because it feels right?
Will I be ******
For wanting that?

I'm addicted.
I'm addicted to all of you.

**...And I'm not even guilty.
 Jan 2016 Aaron Conway
Dawn King
When men are from mercury and not from mars
It means women are from unmentioned galaxy stars

When you give me your messages
In multitudes of melodies & Curious cacophony of cranial codes
Dare I decipher this disconcerted data
In
Massive mainframes of masked mental material
Hidden honeysuckle hints buried deep within
Lust covered lurking lexicons in libraries of linguistic whisper hints
For
Love innuendos in serpentine tongues
Like a brainwave barrage by day & Titanium telepathy attacks by night
You stop at nothing to remain in my sight

I never told you I was from unmentioned galaxy stars  
You’re a man from mercury and not from mars
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
 Jan 2016 Aaron Conway
Dawn King
I am merely an alter ego of a former self.
 Jan 2016 Aaron Conway
Dawn King
You opened your mouth, and the words came out
Came right out from the heart, in the heart
Of the desert, and your heart was a desert
Deserted arid, you alone, never alone, forever
Lonely, only because the words came out
Out there, where they were
They were deaf, and blind, blinded from
The blinders they wore, deafened at war
With lies, lying to you, you... lied to, mute
Mutated, saying nothing, with
Nothing talking, speaking nothing so
No thing is spoken, to you, broken because
You opened your mouth, and the words came out
This is an original work by Dawn King and must not be copied.

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