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It is a fire that burns through my body
It shakes through my bones
My stomach turns, I begin to tremble
Thoughts begin to shoot around
  Why does she have to talk to him
  She is so much prettier than me
  Can't he see this is killing me
Thoughts continue to race
Taking a deep breath I close my eyes
  He is mine, forever and always
Jealousy is an omen
Beware, it will curse your body
Only bad can come
Let go and release to ease your sanity
For he is mine and I am his for all eternity
As I lay next to you
I smile constantly at what I see
You're laying on your back sleeping
Your brown hair is a mess
Your brown eyes are still at rest
My eyes start to peer down towards your chest
Your skin is bare
Your naked body is so wonderful
My fingers caress your skin
Those brown eyes make contact with mine
My hand touches your well defined jaw
The dimples on your cheeks leave me breathless when you smile
My lips fall in between yours
A perfect fit
That is only because you're my Chris
Butterflies flutter in my chest
My stomach begins to ache
A sickness overwhelms my body
With my head pounding
Thoughts race through my mind
My body begins to tremble
It becomes hard to see
Tears fall down my face
  Where is the one who will wipe them away
The one who will say,
  "I'll make all your pain fade"
I hold onto hope that it will get better
This unstoppable flow of emotions will never end
 Jun 2013 DieingEmbers
K Mae
the poem is borne
  and will not change
  so I soaked it in ***
           spewed whirling
               candomble chants
          from depths afire

and yet unyielding form remains
so I covered it
      in mouth-melted chocolate
          swallowed once more

           sweet cantadora hush
candomble : an Afro-Brazilian religion, sharing some beliefs with Vodou, Santeria, and Obeah
cantadora :  singer/storyteller, keeper of the lore
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