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By morning we've got cold amphibious tongues
coated in blubs
waiting bubble eyed.
Still slimy throats
up-gurgle newts and muck.
Moss sprouts from our mouths
and brown coated gums.
Flies quivering between teeth.
Lips dry as salted meat.
Home grown boy heart in city leaps.
Starry eyed goldie locks,
Girl swing so pretty, sleeps
poetic
shares the world with a fuzed up smile
You’d probably get it, took time
to talk a while
opportunist’s Whit in hand
and hesitation’s fresh
beneath froth.
Cool carbonation sensations
on flesh
exchanges conversation to burst
back
to the farthest room girl
roams to imagined nights with you
rather, to the midnight moon shone across the floor
Rhythms seem to change suddenly, not sure if it's all over the place or how i feel about it.
let me be your soul. your fearless night of conquering divinity. your everything true and faithful. your worthy lover. because you taste so sweet my dear, like luscious raspberry sauce and crisp summer sheets wrapped around us. under the stars. your words are fire on my tongue, laughing and rolling down your endless arms, gripping torso. let me bury my face into your neck again and lick the creamy scent of your earlobe. let me fight for you, because the snow has melted my love! our summer is here! but i cry those endless nights when i remember you’re still not here… (sigh) like swimming open water you are a depth beneath me, within my grasp i flow through you. you are my ocean, my incredible buoyancy. you are salty and chilly, stinging my eyes fulfilling my muscles. so let me be your soul… because never have i known one so beautiful, never have i written something like this entitled “For You”
Lost beneath the burning bridges
I'm choking on my pride
Our eyes meet differently now
Our laughs are cold and still
      Forcing re-connection
Our time is fading fast
Come dear friend, sit by my fire
     Come warm our love one last time
Fractals of cosmos
Shifting and exchanging
continuously rearranging
     Thought matter extracted;
                         retracted
Creators and partakers
We are the infinite possibility
...and it all hits with a weight of familiar regret
      The past drawn from beneath the surface
                 Like blood beneath my flesh
It all spills out and i'm fully exposed.
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