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Allison Owens Mar 2010
Running
Exultant

So hard not to just
leap, To scream, to
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Slow, calm down
A
Simple
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BreatheJustBreathe
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Obsession overwhelming
And all I do is
Think of thinking of you

Inside my mind, screaming for it
Down on bended knee
Just begging for
Tormentneverending

Slow, calm down

It’s not love till
You’ve killed my dreams


Till you’ve learned
Not to Breathe


Just breathe,

Simple
©2005-2010 Allison Owens
Allison Owens Mar 2010
Greatness enthralls,
This merely obsesses.
In dark night's embrace,
You've become my all,
My shining satellite.
Twisting and turning,
I drink You deeper still.
Blinking and burning,
I'll never get my fill.
©2005-2010 Allison Owens
Allison Owens Mar 2010
A brief flash in the night,
Show me the world,
and God,
I missed it.
But this night is heaven,
Parked in the grave,
Beloved dead cavort,
With stars.
And the windows aren't all that clear.
Your breath,
Is fire all around
Words revered in moonlight
Touch is pure Wonder
This night was heaven
And God
I miss it
©2005-2010 Allison Owens
Allison Owens Mar 2010
Love settles like snowflakes
Drifting and falling
In dizzying bliss
Just one kiss to keep me
Until the spinning stops
Just one last glance
To keep me till the rains return
Falling in beat
With the rhythm of joy
©2010 Allison Owens
Allison Owens Mar 2010
This private language,
Exhalations and sighs,
Spoken through space.
This verbal dance.
A drifting ,
Dreaming,
Deliciously deliberate,
Exclamation without words.
And one day,
It'll be enough,
Just to say I love you,
Basking in the warmth of your eyes.
©2010 Allison Owens
Allison Owens Mar 2010
Days fading in wonder,
Holding my breath,
And holding your name,
It's the closest caress.
This delicious intent,
A hopeful surrender,
To words and worlds,
Not owned in self
©2010 Allison Owens
Allison Owens Mar 2010
I remember the sunlight through the trees,
And the days never fitting quite right.
These moments in madness,
And we're spiralling ever upward.
From the first,
To dizzying heights;
Soft spoken amongst the clouds,
Drifting course less on these images.
So, yes,
I remember the sunlight through the trees;
And days fitting perfectly in your arms.
©2010 Allison Owens
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