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 May 2014 Amber S
JM
It's 3 am again
and I am here
and you are there
and I am alone in my bed
so I can't whisper
"G'night sugar"
in your ears
or tickle you to sleep
or wake up to your legs
or your heat
or your sleepy eyes.

*Breathe deep and feel me now
 Apr 2014 Amber S
JM
You will not be meeting me
at the train station,
wearing nothing but a sundress and
the warm scents of
wet desire rising as
a lustful fog
from your steaming forest,
anytime soon.

The heat would **** the sun.

I will not be showing up
on your doorstep,
rigid and pulsing
with the blood of
centuries coursing through
my thick roots,
in the nearest future.

The pressure would crush the moon.

Instead,
I swim in your teacup
and warm baths
while you roam in
the smoke at the edge
of my shadow.

I feel your soft whispers
across the ocean of time
as they float on broken
spiderwebs of memory.

Our love is in the words
between the worlds;
resting in the
wet soil of
an afternoon nap,
we bloom as one.

As the fire of night
descends, destroying
the boundaries of time
and space,
we transcend all that
is cold and unforgiving,
leaving behind only
echos of wanting.
 Mar 2014 Amber S
Samuel
Gay
 Mar 2014 Amber S
Samuel
Gay
Humble whisper caught in
lazy waters, free yourself

that you may pass by tomorrow
from peace into motion
After far too long of a hiatus, I am back! I hope you have all been well, and I look forward to delving into your works once more.
 Mar 2014 Amber S
kenye
I keep seeing her
in post-traumatic
flashbacks

back to back
she's bound
in a little
black dress

Tearing through
the mayhem
the mosh pit
of my mind

To save me

Some punk princess
archetype
always
in another castle
castrating
the *******
symbol

Because she's
'O so liberated

...So I decorated her
With a pearl necklace

Old patriarchal
habits
die hard
Honey

Sweet
Nectar
Ambrosia

Summoned
from my
sacral chakra

Come
my
Goddess

Come
my
Goddess

*Come
Hiding my ****** deviation behind prose and metaphors since 1985
 Mar 2014 Amber S
JM
Down
 Mar 2014 Amber S
JM
Dead of night, warm breeze
Mother Nature's sweet reprieve
Time drips like honey
she scolds about the sacred little things,
if ever sacred things I fail to see,
those moments, pictures, flowers, cards and rings,
tall city monuments that face the sea,

for she reveals great stories when she sings
the meanings of the moments come to be,
do i not also see what moment brings?
why as a man are meanings lost on me?

yet when she kills the heart with mortal stings,
she calls to raze the buildings by decree,
why still my heart holds sacred and it clings
to monuments she built and now shall flee?

for meanings are those things that fall apart,
when love grows cold and from her soul departs

(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
English (Shakespearean) Sonnet
 Feb 2014 Amber S
kenye
I am
everything
that is
and isn't
nailed down

connected

I hit
the ground
running on
survival
instinct

With
ultra
violent
grace
burning
about
me

I
barrel
down
boundaries

face
to
face
with
the enemy
of me

now

Do I
fight
Or
flight
Or
freeze?
 Jan 2014 Amber S
JM
Lost in the crimson smear
of your bruised lips,
wading in your milky folds
as time crawls on all fours,
I open all my eyes
and feel the you
in me.

Everything is One

My body,
blood and breath
become yours
as skins blend.

My eyes drink from
your lips and
my lips eat from
your skin and
my skin feeds from
your soul and
my soul is
shrouded in thick shadows,
bound in leathery lusts,
shackled with a will of steel
forged from the
transcending of suffering.

We are One

Each breath and subtle movement
brings me closer
to our core
as infinity
opens inside of us.

We are Forever

Lost in the grey garden of
my dying memories,
drowning in the deep nothing
as I crawl on hands and knees,
I open my throat and purge
the you from me.
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