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 Sep 2020 ashley marlow
D Cole
HER.
 Sep 2020 ashley marlow
D Cole
Our paths have crossed not once,
But I cannot say I don't know you
When my eyes burn to get lost in your world
   all the nerves beneath my skin crave for your touch_for the fragile cherrylips_.
   My muscles lust for the excitement when my skin kneads your delicate skin  
  I cannot say I don't you know you, when
          my hands ache to explore every inch of your diamond body.
 Sep 2020 ashley marlow
Unknown
2020
 Sep 2020 ashley marlow
Unknown
It's been a year of quarantine.

Locked inside when i turned eighteen.

We've borrowed all the books,
Smoked all the smokes.

Cooked and cleaned.
Talked and dreamed.

Oh how we wish to go back to 2019.
A well liked outcast, a unique oxymoron in and of                 itself
But that's me
Unique
I fit in everywhere and nowhere
I AM a well liked outcast.
Oh, I have sown my love so wide
That he will find it everywhere;
It will awake him in the night,
It will enfold him in the air.

I set my shadow in his sight
And I have winged it with desire,
That it may be a cloud by day,
And in the night a shaft of fire.
 Aug 2020 ashley marlow
Donna
Ouch
 Aug 2020 ashley marlow
Donna
I've become a great
expert in karate , thanks
to those pesky gnats
Those pesky gnats have bit  me alive this year there so annoying !!
But I'm learning great karate moves :)
 Aug 2020 ashley marlow
CA Smith
To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.
Cherries and poppies
raspberries and strawberries
and fallen red leaves,
a burning memory.
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
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