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 Jun 2020
Paul James
I could write you a poem but it would never be good enough, for you are a poem

I could write that you are beautiful but my words wouldn't do you justice.

I could write how important and special you are but your value exceeds human understanding.

I could write how wonderful your mind is but my vocabulary is insufficient and weak

I could write how **** you are,
That my body belongs to you,
But my body, my self is unworthy
of you

I want to tell you how deeply I love you
But I'm unable to describe the depth of the oceans

You are the collective works of Yeats, Keats, Shelley and Tennyson.
 Jun 2020
John Destalo
the sounds
you make

when you
fall from

the sky

when you
land on

the earth

you are
the scream

in my soul
the ache in

my brain
the kick

in my groin

I am
speechless
wordless

pure
primitive
without

pretense
 Jun 2020
Rick O'Shell
It's a secret
No one else feels it,  none other than I
know you are a goddess in my eyes
I know I'm not worthy of your attention
yet I feel it's my life's purpose to mention
That life has no meaning if you pass me by
not knowing flower roots drink when clouds cry
without your sunlight to shine open their petal arms
to absorb for the night your life giving charms
It took heart-crushing time for me to discover
the light of your love shines for another
So then how could I expect you to know
my heart still tags along wherever you go
So I must keep the secret, outside the unrequited cycle
of how my heart is longing only for you my Cybele .
JoRiOs 6/16/2020 4:46 PM
I wanted to express how I believe it would to feel love for a goddess that was walking around on earth not knowing she was a goddess and it would simply destroy her existence if she knew she was immortal, so the secret must be kept even though she thinks she is mortal and loves another. So in this impossible scenario to love her is to be celibate or as in the days of old to be a castrate servant in her cult.
 Jun 2020
IntoTheGale
Tonight’s cold breeze brings
On its wings the palpable memories
Vivid and visceral, of when my lips
First touched yours-
The night my heart’s defenses
Evaporated, carried away
With but a kiss.

It whispers in my ears
The seductive song of your desire
Of your longing,
Of the ache my body suffers
In the absence of you.

The vast endless sky
Tonight, is the canvas
Upon which my memory
Paints- of when I
touch your skin,
you close your eyes
Trying to fight back the ecstasy,
Wave after wave of bliss,
That our bodies offer up

The very elements of tonight kindle
Deep within me a desire
I burn for you
I am Insatiate,
enraptured,
haunted-
I need to consume and be devoured.

midnight encircles me in her blanket of stars
And again I know you-
I close my eyes and feel you,
As the wind sings me your song.
 Jun 2020
rk
you may not be mine
but i still remember
that the only way
you can drift off to sleep
is to the gentle murmur
of clementine
pulling you under
with her whispered promises,
and how your fingers
would always find themselves
pushing the hair from my face
as you placed your headphones
to my ears in the dark.
these are the moments
where i come back to you,
stained by your love
like red wine on fresh sheets.
 Jun 2020
rk
stolen amber nights
wrapped in your arms
underneath
the midsummer moon,
our greedy hands
looking for more.
worshipping each other
like sinners
searching for a god
we don't believe in,
now your sweet moans
will always be
my greatest hallelujah.
- you are the only heaven i want to be sent to.
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