I like the wildflowers
that grow in the rings
under your eyes and
the meadow that comes
from your lips. More
than anything I want
to swim in the rivers
running down your
arms and make my
home in the safety of
your large hands. I'm
finding it hard to
resist the setting you've
created just for me.

I am a soldier in
The Great Ancient Army Of Egypt
In love with a dream.

I know that it is
Very difficult to achieve what I wish
In Love With The Queen.

I Won't Give Up
The great dream of my commoner's life
In love with the lonely desert.

That’s just a catastrophe
When I get lost and you cannot find me
When I'm a catacomb, and you think I'm a synagogue

Love isn’t what you think
It's not you ******* up everything I do
It's not even me trying to write about your stupidity
It's not my family, hating you ever after

Do you think we can have a baby?
Or can you imagine both of us as partners in crime?
Wait, shut up, am I being selfish,
Cherishing myself to death, blasphemously

You have to know, I am a boy
I am a girl sometimes
I am transgendered, but that doesn’t mean I cannot cry.
I can hurt you and the feeling will equal to your mother’s death

Zoanthropy, I can be.
Authority, Military, Nudism, you and me.
I can make you ***** and smile
This ongoing process I get every day from coexisting with your picture

Who the hell are you, anyway?
Do I already know you, felt you, grab your genitals?
Isn't that a pity, cause I still play the sensitive type
While I'm the ***** ad the pure prostitution
Ironically

I've been trying to write this poem for days,
I pick up the pen and it just feels
lifeless ...
unlike what lives inside my heart.
so
I sing soft whispers to the wind
hoping it would take me to you..
 
 
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My head used to spin
trying to figure out my purpose,
why I'm here,
where I belong;
asking questions to gods
 
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 I never believed in soul mates,
 now you have me seeing
things I never knew existed:
 
Paradise
in your eyes,
home
in your arms.
You gave me the inner peace I've been struggling to find,
I guess this is what it means
to know life in every breath.
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So tell me do you hear it too,
how our hearts beat as if one...
because you have this poet stuttering,
almost speechless,
breaking down with joy,
and every single tear
is a word I don't know how to say.

Love begins
                                  with one hello
Then it goes
                                          with a sad goodbye
Yet it'll try
                                     with one more hi
      If it won't work
                                      then smile and go
               _Wait for the right one
                                               and say one more hello.

If my hands could tell a story, they'd say how your spine always looked beautiful in the morning,
when the sun's rays created shadows that danced along your back and flirted with your neck
like they'd never meet again.
They'd say how your lips always curved upwards as if they were saying hello.
If my hands could tell a fairytale, there'd be no happy ending,
there'd be no end at all.
I wish my lips could finally part to say the right things,
because all I want to do is hear your name roll off my tongue,
in the same sentence as "you're mine".
I want them to tell the story of your lips,
red, and taunting and always mysterious.
I always got a toothache when you weren't in the room.
I think I need a root canal.
If my knees could speak they'd tell you how lovely it was
to bend to curl to your legs.
If my knees could tell a story, they'd describe the cold, hard
bitter kiss of death they shared with the pavement so many times
when I found your bags at the door.
If my knees could beg, they'd ask for forgiveness.
For being too bony, too weak,
for not being able to support your dreams.
(I'd give up anything now for that little apartment in New York
and nothing but two typewriters)
If my fingers had a chance, they'd trace the familiar lines of your collarbones
and over your shoulders, because by now they've committed them to memory.
If my fingers had a chance, they'd hold yours again.
They say to stay away from broken people but I saw you as a puzzle
just waiting for someone to put you back together again.
If my eyes could tell a story they would whisper softly of your flowing hair
and pixie-like body.
They would ask you to stay.
They would jump out of my body to give you a glimpse of how I see you.
They would show you how utterly unprecedented you are.
If I believed in heaven I would tell you that you're a miracle.
That you are something I wished upon for years as a child.
You are a star.
You are a supernova.
You are a black hole, ******* me in and twisting me about until I am nothing
but battered limbs and my broken heart.
You are God with the Devil's kiss.
If my lips could move they'd say "stay".
You were mine.