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 Oct 2016
sage short
I am fascinated with your body
The way your hips sway with mine, and how they line up perfectly
Like the feeling of getting the last puzzle pieces to fit
Your hands hold mine like a newborn baby; so fragile, so soft, so breathtaking
You remind me of a painted sunset with wind dancing across the sky as I lean in to kiss your lips that taste like paint and late nights
You know artists never sleep
and thats why you stay up late, wandering through the streets with me
I know you think a lot, and I hope 90% of it is about me
But I get this feeling like I'm suffocating with my own air, and I can't breathe, because the thought of loosing you, is like the earth without the sun
and I just can't let go
You're my tidal wave of madness, and my sunshine wrapped into one
And I just hope that all of our pieces fit, and that the late nights are spent with me
Putting our puzzle together
 Oct 2016
Tupelo
When we first met you were a firework,
Soaring through the night sky,
Hurling yourself into an explosion of color and light,
I watched from below in awe of your presence,

When we first met,
I had butterflies fluttering in my chest,
newly awoken and freed from their cocoons,
With a thirst to see all of what this new place had to offer,

When we first met,
I was a boy who had been growing up just a little too fast,
The parts of myself I thought I lost long ago
came stumbling out from their corners and onto center stage,
Making me feel younger than I have ever felt before,
Putting laughter back into my vocabulary,

When we first met,
You were a girl with a smile and so much to give,
Armed with a desire to wrap this world in your arms
and whisper that it would all be okay in the morning,

Dear unrequited lover..
I know this dance is a slow one,
My feet are clumsy and my arms are heavy sometimes,
But this song is one I can move too.
got me all love letters and no poetry.
 Oct 2016
Bridget Allyson
Last time I saw him he was saying "I will always love you."
Last time I saw him he was holding my hand.
Last time I saw him he smelled of cologne.
Last time, he touched my heart.
This time she is saying "I love you so much."
This time, she is kissing my cheek.
This time, she smells of perfume.
This time, she is touching my soul.
Because my transgender bf is starting his transition soon
 Oct 2016
TinaMarie
Sunny afternoon

75 degrees

Breeze
     Flowing
          Blowing softly through the slightly cracked window

Trees
     Swaying
          Laying rhythmic undertones to lyrical chirping

Me
     Smiling
Snuggled so tightly
     Pressed against your skin
Entangled limbs
     Indistinguishable as to where you end and I begin

Our
     Hearts and Breaths
Synced
     Collaborating
Producing a soothing lullaby as we drift off to...
      Sleep

I miss afternoon naps

     With you

In

     The afterglow

                                   after...



© Tina Thompson
 Oct 2016
Nikita
like a poem
that needs no melodies
or accompanying beats
but is best,simplest

like a poem
that’s succinct, small
encompassing little,yet,
leaving thoughts,abysmal

like a poem
that lingers long
till each word of it
pours out completely

You,
like a poem.
 Oct 2016
A Wegner
You looked at me
Looked - right through my soul
Exposed.
You traced every vein upon my skin
You looked at me - so brave
Not afraid to look in.
<3
 Oct 2016
Alyssah Cuachin
You brought me sunshine
When I only saw rain
You brought me laughter
When I only felt pain

When I fell in love my heart was on fire
To be with you is my only desire
I want to hold your hand and walk a mile
Don't want to be apart from you even for a while

I wish you could know
What I'm too scared to show
I hope you could see
Just what you means to me

You have given me hope for better tomorrow
Like an angel guiding my sorrow
I ask you this as you have my heart
Will you be there so we never apart
I'm dreaming again
I kissed you and you kissed me
We both felt the aftertaste
Of coffee in our mouths
 Oct 2016
Fay Castro
***
I love you more than words can say

and more than actions can express

and I love you even more

When your hands slide up my dress
I was tipsy at a bar and whispered this into his ear
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