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Unravel the night as it nods off
to become a wall of darkness
until the sun looks into your eyes
once again
and you feel the pain of truth.  
Then tell me what is real
among the promises we have made
and why the blood running through our veins
speaks of us,
as our hearts are seduced.

How can we continue to live on the edge
where each breath we take
challenges our bodies to become
victoriously in control?  
When our hearts' wish to speak
of the need to see each other's face
and how love's flame  burns
within our eyes then moves
inward to the depth
of our souls.
Copyright @2012 - Neva Flores-Changefulstorm
Your staircase kisses
Changed me
and I felt
real again

I love the way you speak
The way I can't hear my own thoughts
I'm lost
in the flow of consonants
constant
fluttering of
my heart
when you're around

Slow paced
race we're in
isn't it
I don't even know
if I'm winning
or if I want to

Soft lips
Linger
in a drunken state
I wait
for this to
unravel

— The End —