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her toes.
calloused from dance shoes and broken.
broken from raising herself up on them to reach for standards.
standards placed in the sky, by her parents.
standards of which she always seemed to fall short of.

her toes and on to her feet, which are swift like the wind as they run.
run from situations at the first sign of trouble.

up further to her legs.
legs smooth and long like piano keys, halfway up rests her knees.
knees that bend as her
hips swing and move, and twist like a blender
as the music grows loud and the lights get dimmer.

upwards more to her waist ill rise
here hosts prints from where these hands used to lie
i'll climb her ribs to a chest that cages a heart that beats a tune
a tune that I like but no none of the words to.   

arms that stretch far and wrap wide
like gift paper around the present
which is her letting me inside....
of those arms
body against mine...thoughts moving fast but slow goes the time.

her shoulders
so strong and worn
worn from carrying the weight of the problems
many which aren’t even her own.

her neck is a ‘bridge’ that takes me from her body to her mind
a trip there and you’ll be surprised by the things that you’ll find

but first lips
lips and a tongue that knows tricks that all magicians envy
her mouth imprisons words
both harsh and sweet and the prisoners escape plenty.

her teeth
they dig into her bottom lip when turned on
and pierce the insides of her cheeks from habit
but back to lip,
when she bit it i just knew I had to have it.

a nose that could smell a lie from a mile away.

her eyes shine bright
bright as the sky
on a sunny day thats so luminous the clouds cowered on this day
they were afraid to show themselves
these eyes are like windows,
she’s sees out and i try to see right back inside
but cant,
all i see is the reflection of another set as she looks into mine
they’re so big with such clarity
from the tears that have washed across them like Windex
she’s a strong girl who holds her tears hostage
but when they cant take it anymore they commit suicide
they jump from those eyes
but never when anyone is around to bear witness to the tragedy.

she has a wrinkle in her forehead and brow from all of this lifes confusion, some of which came from me

her hair flows long and smooth like brown silk
with a smell, such a smell...it reaked of a smell
that tells me her shampoo was made specifically based on the preferences of my nose
it all encaged a mind
a mind that was so different but went so well with mine 
packed with a dangerous combination of intelligence and perspective thats real hard to find
 

and this is all just from the very first time
first time, that your path crossed mine.
I'm young,
and I don't really know
much about anything
I love my parents,
but let's be honest
genetics didn't give me
too much of a choice
I've thought that I'd loved girls
and maybe I did
how the **** do you ever know?
but I've been thinking on the subject
for some time now
debating if it even existed
and I think it has to
It's the only thing between us
and the end of all things
But it exists in simpler forms
love is the feeling you get
when you are so mad at her
that you could lay hands on her
but you never would,
you just don't have it in you
love is when
you come back to him
time after time
regardless of the ******* mistakes he makes
time after time
Love is when
the thought of them
spending time with somebody else
being consoled by somebody else
being loved by somebody else
makes you feel absolutely
sick to your stomach
but I think
that all love really boils down to
is saying yes
even though,
you know you should say no,
that is my understanding of love
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
The tension begins to build in the
pit of your stomach
and you scream in terror as
the
pendulem descends
Spine poem the first word spells a book title the pit and the pendulum
I cannot swear I love you
as the roses love the rain
but I can promise you darling
I'll never cause you pain

I cannot swear I love you
as the night sky loves the moon
but I can promise you darling
I'll leave you no time soon

I cannot swear I love you
as the mountains love the snow
but I can promise you darling
that I'll never let you go

I cannot swear I love you
as the ocean loves the shore
but I can promise you darling
all these things and thousands more
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
I have been waiting for you around the
Edges of my heart, where you lurk in
The underbrush and the shadows; still
Too lost in the rest of the world to know
To navigate back home.

I have been waiting for you in the
Pause at the end of every sentence,
the hitch of every breath, and
Within the depths of my waking lids-
Explosive starlight ablaze in my minds
Eye.

And
I have been waiting-
Patience my sedative-
For the hand that fits over
Mine and warms the chronic
Chill.

You have waited too; I can tell because
In your sleep I am always awake and
Pacing-I know you are restless
And need someone to kiss your crown
To remind you that not all kings have
Castles.

But they have riches--
my soul can promise you that.
I woke with a sleepy start to find the devil standing over my bed.
I screamed in alarm and punched that ******* in the head.

He frowned then said he was feeing lonely
with a sad little shrug
So I laughed and gave him a big bear hug.

Then God sent me to hell for being nice

0_0
Do you miss me wanna kiss me
do you wanna steal my breath
wanna hold me soft enfold me
share with me a little death
wanna feel me try to heal me
as the darkness takes ahold
wanna bathe me try to save me
with your kisses chains corrode
wanna claim me wanna name me
as your nails carve in my bark
wanna know me wanna show me
all your beauty after dark
wanna chance it then enhance it
Take a bite and ******* ache
wanna own me now you've shown me
that my heart you'll never break
wanna keep me and sleep with me
want to awake within my arms
wanna aid me and to shade me
beneath your loving palms
wanna momment wanna life time
want what ever I can give
wanna be mine wanna share time
want to wake and at last live.
I fell in love with the stars
no matter that stars reside light years away
no need for touch, smell or speech
stars are so bright you see, hearts so pure
so I jumped into the sky
hoping my feet never again break ground
that I would float through galaxies
surrounded by love but the stars seem more bright tonight
than anything I have ever seen
and I am drawn in unable to stop
unafraid of the unknown
when truth be told I do know
nothing could make me forget
the love I have for the stars

I may have never kissed the sky
but you see I do not need to
to feel love
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