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Words can not be fixed to detail the magnitude of this feeling.
Euphoria never could be contained in something as small as a sentence anyway.
and so...
I only whisper your name in the dusk.
because some thing's are to be loved in the shadows.
For it is only through darkness we can preserve this,
hidden,
somewhere deep
where the world can't hear us.
my secret lover..
Your barren, ashen heart
was carried off on accidental words
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I reached out to touch her
And nothing was there
Her soft warmth
Was missing
Even the ghost
That she left in the bed
When she slipped away
Late in the night
Was gone
That wraith of heat
And scent that lingered
On in the sheets
Was missing
That spot that I could feel
And know
That she had just been there
There was nothing now
But the cold
My hand touched
Nothing
Someday I realized
That this would be forever
That there would be more
Cold
Than I could bear
Last night meant
Nothing
It was only
Anger blowing like the wind
Disturbing the night
Throwing leaves and debris
In the darkness
I rushed home to find her
Soft and warm
Nestled in our bed
And put her skin
Beneath my kiss
And held her warmth
And softness
In my arms
My hands feeling her
Caressing her
Beneath the sheets
Last night meant
Nothing
Nothing at all
Yeah, late night
Flower, passion filled lover,
remember ever, the very first moment
we forgot our separate existences
became one, melting in a fragrance.
That room that I write about
With the sad empty couch
And the chair filled with smiles
Really is in my house
The carpet stained with tears
And wine
Memories covering the walls
good and bad
All times gone by
Yes, that room
Really is in my house
Even the starry sky
That room that I live in
Have lived in
Is always
On my mind
Eyes emerald green and turquoise blue

Cotton soft, snowy hue

Velvet, velvet, cotton clouds

Steel and razors, shredded shrouds

Warm and gentle, purring, soft

Running, bolting, taking off

Hiss and scream, grow with fright

Teeth of ivory, day is night

Hunt and blood, running in willows

Sleep and purr in blankets and pillows

Whirling, twirling, spitting, springing

Evelyn / Evil always being

The good /bad cat that you are
A children's poem I wrote for the kids. Evelyn had one green eye and one blue one. The green one was the evil one
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