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 May 2016 amrutha
Stephan
Sweet magnolia kisses
in the shadows of the day
Petals of desire
flowing soft upon the breeze

Scented of affection
in this magical display
Surrounded by your beauty
as we lay beneath the trees

Listening to a bluebird
so melodic is its sound
Harmonies of springtime
soaring skies of velvet blue

Lost within the moment
in this solitude we've found
Dreaming of forever
on a perfect day with you
 May 2016 amrutha
Enola Cabrera
Home
 May 2016 amrutha
Enola Cabrera
Wrapped in your luscious balmy arms
Feeling your warmth, your colorful protection
I breathe you in, smelling the earth’s soil,
Piney trees, and the musty rain from the night before
Seeing the effervescent teardrops of water on the fresh leaves and the reflecting stream that beholds our picture
Hearing quiet tapping as it begins to sprinkle
The air began to thicken as the wind started to rage
Looking into your eyes I see a  roar that cannot be contained
A wildfire with a never ending spark
Never fearing our love will be bland
For, you touched me with your soft pleasant hands, promising spice
I could taste the deliciously  sweet sharp  tang  of our affection
With you,
I am home

-EC
 Apr 2016 amrutha
Rochelle R
I hope you sleep
In a dreamless state
And wake to find you forgot my face.

I hope you swim
In the clearest sea
That rinses you of my memory.

I hope you bask
In the summer rays
Free from my moonstruck craze.
I hope you forget you learned my name.
 Apr 2016 amrutha
Rapunzoll
it's nights like this, when we tangle
together like weeds in a seabed of lust
i beg for once, your eyes instead
of your mouth, would confess
how you felt for me.
your lips grow like ivy along the grey
mortar of my spine, your fingers write how
much they don't love me all over my body
and tiny birds take flight from my breath
to be together, is to be apart
when i am with you every word is a mistake,
we press our lips together
harder than we want to press
them against each others mouths
i keep tripping over apologies
and you just want someone who
is steady on their feet
i once knew a boy who told me
he wasn't an artist, but painted
the shores on my cheeks
when he spoke, even the trees leaned
in to hear his beautiful lies
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