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 Aug 2016 Mariana
Rhet Toombs
My body will break

Then the world will die alone

Maybe my lips will speak truthfully

Yours show pain from last year

That's why he thinks he loves you

I can feel the sadness grow tight

Lay in bed and beg for answers that only I can give

My garden grows

And you fall further, unaware
The blue-green ocean
spreads out like a fan
before us

our dry, sand imbedded
feet approach

we are timid birds -
uncaged

fearful of the gait
of our shadow

but sand is forgiving
and we step

inch by inch towards
the water

we are so close
that I can taste
the salt

brown seaweed
sticking to my
naked soles

what did we come
here for?

I wanted to see the sun
reflected on a liquid
mirror

I wanted to forage
and find

treasure

but we are stolen
by the waves

carried out across
the shore

we are made
of yesterday's
passion

our bare skin
wrinkling

with age

we have found
nothing but

ourselves

hopeless drifters, now
unclothed, unhinged

and tethered to

the tide
The moon anchors the night
fantasies take flight
there's carnal delight
in the carnival tonight

I climb the wide stairs
I draw all the stares
I think no one cares
about my heart,
but they love my cologne
fresh as ocean air

There she is
a lady...
beware!
Her eyes like windows
fall through if
you dare
I do, yes, I do
I pace pulsing floor
the music like thunder
yet still, I want more

First it's her lips
taught on my neck
where were my hands...
How could I forget?
Enraptured, entombed
the blissful consumed
the madness
the pleasure
What were we?
Together!

There was no goodbye
I could see no end
Who is she now?
A lover? A friend?
I will never know
We'll soon be forgotten
Give it ten years
Passion's fruits now rotten
Yet on that night
She winks, see you later
My heart on her platter,
she could be a gator...
I hope you enjoyed this!

DEW
Na ultima estrela do universo, Meu eu jaz adormecido
grite, grite, será em vão!
Não se pode acordar-me com gritos.
Mas o que fazer quando a distância não permite o tato
e o vácuo abafa os sons?
Peço-lhe que sussurre
sussurre mentalmente
talvez eu lhe acorde de meus sonhos!

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