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When I wake up in the morning,
It will be a new day
And the beginning of a new life.

And the sun will be shining.
Moving into my very first place tomorrow
You're a memory etched between my thighs,
You're the tender caresses athwart my shape,
You're held captive, situated permanently under my eyelids,
You're the inspiration inside my lungs,
You're wholeheartedly a piece of me,
Tethered to yours truly,
Eternally.
Whispering wind
Blowing steadily
Carrying the voices of nature
Onward,
Reaching all corners
Making Mother Nature's voice heard
Sun beaming down upon my skin
Feeling alive
In this moment
Sitting in a field feeling the wind blow
the water dreams,
wild as a sea,
tranquil as a star.
Wherein the Angel's dieth
The world doth cryeth;
And the world doth falleth
Wherein the Angel wings don't flyeth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
i

Aqua candy saliva, bathe me in scented oil, I'm bestead, living, in the land of the dead; I want to be think of thee, in a gown of flowing luminary, meeteth me, at the red Sea, calmeth me, with thy kava tea, down me in thy mouth, mine lips between thy teeth.

ii

Betrothed we shalt be, before the fine religious brimstone, we'll cuddle before the fire, aloft ourn rooftop grove, and in the stove, the finest roast shalt be flaming, the taste shalt lace in ourn mouth, the lair is secret, yet to us is devout, ourn arms, legs, lock.

iii

Her strands art primal, as mine art wild, thus becoming even closer, one amare, uno child, facts and action's, not words and false promise, verily I telleth  thee, a one way entrance, the path is broad, though narrow's the way, ourn marrow's nicely display.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
For noone just writing
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