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  Jun 2014 burning bright
Tea
Even when you're sitting
on the other side of the room,
I can feel your energy,
radiating,
your warm gaze burning my skin
from the flames in your eyes,
as if you were
right here
next to me.
  May 2014 burning bright
Simpleton
I would rather live a shorter life with you by my side
than an eternity without you
  May 2014 burning bright
Tea
For some reason,
I dreamed of summer,
a lonely beach,
the waves crashing against my feet,
sounds of thunder and rain in the distance
- the perfect sensation -
I was at peace
at that little place in my mind
that no one could ever enter,
no one.
But then, there was something in the air -
a fragrance;
so familiar, yet so distant
It reminded me of that
sandalwood perfume and
leather on heated skin and
chocolate cake that leaves
remnants of sweetness on my tongue and
old books I wished to read
with pages I longed to touch
And suddenly, my world,
my place,
was crashing down around me,
my head spinning
as strong hands cupped my shoulders gently
as if shaking me awake
but,
for some reason,
when I woke up,
I expected
to see
you.
Your existence haunts my dreams.
  May 2014 burning bright
Tiffany
We’ve been given the Earth
And told to fix their transgressions
But that’s easy for them to say
While they’re relaxing away in heaven

The generation before
Has really ******* us over
And if we don’t act quickly
We’ll be faced with some indecent exposure
I feel privileged to know that you snore.
And that if
I nudge your cheek with my nose
You stop
And squeeze me close -
Crack my spine
And I love that feeling.
And the best thing is
That you don't even know you give me chills.
It takes a talented soul to thrill me when sleeping.
If I hold this mug of tea tight enough, it mimics your touch and the feel of your warm skin against mine. When I press it to my lips and drink it deep I can remember me breathing in the kisses and lies you poured down my throat and I'll not sip gently I will gulp it all down in the hopes that it could somehow keep you in my mouth. But I hold onto this mug that is warm like you, and I hold on for too long and find it burns my skin and my throat and tongue. It blisters my fingers and boils my lips when I try to touch it, when I try to love it. Just like you did.
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