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Delaney Marie Jan 2014
Undress... your mind.

Expose your explicit thoughts.
Bare your soul's deepest secrets.
Uncover your darkest sins.
Scatter each insecurity outside of these
bedroom walls.
Leave every fear to die on the cold floor.

Unmask your make-up free face.
Show off your natural glow.
Strut your never-ending legs.
Flaunt each curve as your shadow
glides across the candlelit room.
Unveil every inch of skin he was too busy to kiss.

Undress... you're mine.
Delaney Marie Dec 2013
i held on as long as I did for one reason and one reason only...

you were the single most beautiful being in my life worth writing about.

now the inkwell of my soul has slowly run out of beautiful words and unfathomable metaphors.

now the inkwell of my soul has slowly run out of your favorite poems and my unrealistic expectations.

now the inkwell of my soul has slowly run dry.
Delaney Marie Dec 2013
The birds, the bees, the flowers, and the trees;
we are all of these.
We are nature- the creative wonders encompassed in a dark world.
We are the free flying hummingbirds whose wings flutter ever so lightly.
We are the bumblebees always in search of pure gold dust.
We are the flowers that bloom each May and die every December.
We are the roots, the leaves, the branches, and the berries of the trees growing in your backyard.
                                                       ­                                                                 ­                 We are all of these,
                                                                ­                                                             how long we were fool’d.

The planets, the galaxy, the stars, and the cosmic energy;
we are all of these.
We are the universe- the owners of rented space and borrowed time.
We are the spinning planets giving glory to the sun.
We are the galaxy sharing the same name as our favorite candy bar.
We are the stars that are wished upon by countless hopeless romantics.
We are the force, the colors, the radiance, and the chemical reactions of the cosmic energy your soul emits.
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                    We are all of these,
                                                                ­                                                                 ­  how long we were fool’d.


The rusty bridges, the flooded valleys, the polluted air, and the sketchy back alleys;
we are all of these.
We are eyesores – the blemishes surrounded by the unexplained beauty.
We are the bridges blistered by acid rain and pigeon waste.
We are the valleys, lost in wondrous mountains that are immersed in water.
We are the air filled with gaseous atoms that hide beneath cumulous clouds.
We are the homeless, the litter, the stray cats, and the flickering lights of the back alley in your glamorous city.
                                                                ­                                                                 ­          We are all of these,
                                                          ­                                                                    how long you were fool’d.

We have embodied the good, the bad, and the ugly.
We have embraced the magnificent, the imperfect, and all that is in between.
My poetry class was told to write a poem with Walt Whitman's "We Two - How Long We Were Fool'd" in mind. Here is my creation.
Delaney Marie Dec 2013
Staying out of the kitchen because she can’t stand the heat.

                   Smart girl.

Playing in the dark basement because warm air rises.

                             Cold girl.

Walking close to God because Hell has no place for angels.

                                       Good girl.

Vacationing in frigid locations because the sun hibernates there.

                                             Frozen girl.

Painting with blues and grays because reds and oranges scorched her canvas.

                                                     Dreary girl.

Loving with a lukewarm heart because any hotter would ensure 3rd degree burns.

                                                 Heartbroken girl.

Living in Seattle because the constant rain puts out her flaming phobias.

                                         Parano­id girl.

Crying out every ice-cold tear because her fevered cheeks need relief.

                         Cleansed girl.

Writing every chilling detail of her fiery past because it’s therapeutic.

                Healed girl.

Giving up the fear of fire because the fear of not living scared her even more.

     Reborn woman.
Delaney Marie Dec 2013
It's as if my hands were created with the sole purpose of touching you.
Take that away and watch as they intertwine with one another,
assuming a posture of prayer,
pleading with God to bring
you back to
me.
Delaney Marie Dec 2013
ever notice how you feel after hearing

      I love you
from the love of your life and
      I love you

from the person lying next to you at night?
Delaney Marie Dec 2013
I’ve never met anyone like you.

Take that as a compliment but
don’t overlook the underlying insult.

Your gentle words have the power
to widen my smile while our difference of endless
opinions make me wonder how we would ever work.
How could this ever be what we think it’s worth?

I tell myself the frustration with you only proves
that I care more than I thought I did,
more than
I intended to.
My heart doing everything my brain told it not to do;
which was
fall for you.

But you aren’t there to catch me.
It’s more like you falling with me.
Side by side.
Deep into unexpected attraction,
dipped in crazed amounts of mental satisfaction
that somehow make me forget how we could even disagree
in the first place.

I can’t say I mind the sudden change in my mood,
the tune in my voice,
or the way parts of my body feel
as your lips trace its frame,
because forever embedded is the purity of sweet sound
my ears devour as your tongue ejects my name.
So say it again, but  s l o w e r.
Let it linger as you add to this relationship’s value.
Continue being the muse of my over-thought thinking
because honestly,

I’ve never met anyone like you.
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