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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water,
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind.  The wind.
I alone can contend against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here.  Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Curl round me as though you were frightened.
Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your ******* smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
He said the sun only rises once a day
and he's right
I only wish our suns would rise at the same time
But mine shines while his moon starts grinning
His stars glow brightly while my day's just beginning

The entire world separates us,
but somehow we still connect
I love the way in place of right, he often says "correct"
Over five thousand miles stand between me and what I need
Over dozens of mountains, behind millions of trees
Without a guide, without a map to lead
I know he's out there
Somewhere, he's out there
and he's waiting for me
The clouds pass by overhead
as I get stained green from the grass being smashed by my back
Words circle around my brain like little sharks, and each one is waiting to take a bite of me

The sun isn't gone, but I'm so cold
The goose bumps crawl over my skin and tingle like ants
As I grin a bit, and bite my lip
And realize my hand is beginning to slip
And the next thing I know,
my body's shaking
from all the sensations that in my mind, you're making
I get swallowed by this warmth, and suddenly I'm moaning uncontrollably

I see stars, in my mind
I see colors not yet defined
I hear singing
in my ears
And I just want more
and more
until there's nothing left
and I'm deflated
wearing a sloppy grin across my face
oh, she
moves like a breeze

you'll forget
to breathe

and still
the aura won't leave

it'll linger
and it will freeze

a feeling
you can have
but never owe it

she'll turn any man
into a poet.
a writer must know of love.
That girl.

Saw her.
Describe her?
"I want to tease her."

Long black hair.
Thick glasses.
Still pretty if she wears them or not.

I wonder how she talks so fast like that.

Her face.
Love her lips. How the lower lip sticks out.

Maybe I can tell her this. Maybe she will read this.
And maybe...
Just maybe...

She'll accept me.


My confession.

Hahaahhahahhahahhhahahahahahahahahhaha and the next day ill be like "nooooo please dont read it pleeeaase"
Just because she's thin it...
Doesn't mean she has nothing to eat.
Doesn't mean she's anorexic.
Doesn't mean she's terminally ill.
She has fast metabolism, that's why.
And you have no right...
to judge her, just because you're normal
to make her feel like she's different
because your body's great.
You made her feel worthless,
By calling her, "flat"
Thanks to you and your
filthy attitude, bodyshamer.
 Dec 2016 Bows N' Arrows
i'm searching.
searching for you in a crowd of people.
searching for your soul out of all of them.
searching for that light that drew me to you when we first met.
where did you go?
where is the soul that once captured mine?
where is that light?
i'm searching.
but i'm beginning to lose hope.
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