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Gravity
Always pulls us together,

In his arms,
Each moment is infinite;
It lasts forever.

As I sink
Into his chest,

I find myself at home;
My only comfortable,
Secure place to rest.

As I fall deep down
Into his soul,
His heart beat
Echoes right through me -

The only sound I love to hear,
"Home Sweet Home"
Is where I always long to be.

Whilst in his embrace,
The rest of the universe
Does not exist to me,

Because nothing else matters;
When his love consumes me,
The entire universe
Is made up of only
Him and me!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Jun 2017
nivek
squeezed into the moment
wrung out like a sponge
squashed into a suit of skin
and a mind that defies all bounds
reconciling these things

poetry one thin line following one thin line
in a Universe with no endings
poetic justice is art needing no justification
needing no applause or critical dismissal
by composing words the universe expands just a little bit more
and your skin becomes a means to an end with no end.
 Jun 2017
Laura Slaathaug

1. It never cuts itself down.

2. After six months, it never gives up hope of budding again and rests in the silence of winter.

3.  When its limbs are severed, something green shoots up where nothing should.

4. When the high wind comes, it stays upright.

5. It grows, never stopping, and rooted, reaches hands first toward the sky.

6. Its only weapons are arms raised high in praise.  

7. Without thinking, sighing branches give shelter; green leaves screen the sunlight and grant dappled shade in high summer.

8. And when it falls, as all things will, the only way to erase its imprint from this world is to rip roots from the earth. Even then, when you look up into the sky, you will still feel its absence.
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