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You will lean across my body,
you pause as we both stare.
inside the cosmos of our eyes
two universes ask each other,
will you kiss me?
will you let me?
and you will lean across my body.
and you will breathe a breath so deep
it blows my hair behind my neck
which tickles my ear
and i hear you whisper a thousand secrets
in that tickled breathe
of how wicked, how divine you are.
and you will lean across this body
and your chest will heave mighty gasps
from mighty heartbeats
and quicked breaths.
valves that open and close like butterfly wings in pursuit
and you will lean across this body, my body
and i will feel your lips and they will feel as vast and endless and unforgiving as the ocean,
and you will lean, you will heavily... with all your might, you will lean across this body,
and you will grit your teeth like lovers will, when lovers want.
and you will lean across this body,
you will push across this body and you will grasp and dive, and fall, and tumble and
and you will lean across this body, my body, and you will kiss me
and i will wake.

sahn 4/29/2014
As always, I am beyond honored when anyone reads through anything I wrote. Encourage and love feedback. Thank you.
 Apr 2014 Elton Mascarenhas
Bella
It's a terrible reality when you realize
What a terrible person you are.
It feels like
A rippling tide,
Crashing down
Above your head.
A pulling sensation
Over your heart
A little to strong
To be gentle.
A screaming wind
Piercing through your body
Stabbing at your ears.
A horrendous lunge
From a hungry lion
After failing to catch prey.
At the same time
It’s like…
A lullaby
Gracefully pulling you
Into a deep slumber.
An energizing drink
From a cup of gold
After a year without rain.
The feel of sultry lips
Pressed on your skin
Urgent, but slow
Creating a rush from within.
The cookies your mom made
When you were a kid
A delicacy you’re hoping
You would receive again.
Three men hung from crosses.
Some say a fitting punishment.
Although one were never convicted of a crime.

Pilate let the people decide.
He found no wrong in this man.
His conscious were his guide.
You might say for a short time.
He was this man advocate against injustice.

Upon the cross words was tossed toward him.
Even from the two hung up there with him.
Although one did try to repent by asking him a question.

Lord, remember me when thou come in thy kingdom.

And this man replied, that you today will be with me in paradise.

Only if we could be like Christ and learn to forgive.
It would be a wonderful world.
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
    The headstones thicken along the way;
And life grows sadder but love grows stronger,
    For those who walk with us day by day.
The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower,
    The courage is lesser to do and dare;
And the tide of joy in the heart runs lower
    And seldom covers the reefs of care.
But all true things in the world seem truer,
    And the better things of the earth seem best,
And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,
    And love is all as our sun dips west.
Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,
    And let us speak softly, in love's sweet tone;
For no man knows on the morrow whether
    We two pass on--or but one alone!

                                               By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One of my favorite poems
 Apr 2014 Elton Mascarenhas
nivek
detached from all emotional ties
but never from living
which is loving in solitude

its greatest blessing
may well be the sacrifice
already made

the loss of physical company
of relations and friends
this side of the grave.
Thinking
Of how you left
Hurts
Yet thinking
Of being in your arms
Still makes me smile
This is the sound

Of a heart being ground down into a fine dust

Lined up on a mirror as you gaze into your own eyes

And shot through your blood with a stainless hundred dollar bill
You left, and I
lament the
remnants of your
scent.
© JLB
Everything about you is wonderful to me.
Everything.
I want to know everything about you,
I want to know what the kids called you in 4th grade on the playground
I want to know who your first boyfriend was and what your dad wanted to do when he broke your heart
I want to know who your favorite 80's synthopop band is
I want to know what you think of when you wake up at 4:26 in the morning with a stiff neck
I want to know what color you wish your softest skirt was
and I want to buy it for you.
I want to pick every single flower on earth and fill your arms with them.

I want to hear your voice when you're sick in bed
and I want to know what kind of tea to bring you
I want to know what movie you watch when you can't do it anymore
because that boy in your history class wouldn't stop calling you that word and ******* it you are not that word but this movie makes you feel better and it always has (it did in 4th grade when they called you that name on the playground)

I want to know which side of your face you prefer to have photographed
I want to know who you pray for
and if you think anybody is listening.

I want to know what your mother wanted to name you before your father convinced her otherwise because "Honey, do you really want our daughter to grow up being called that and have her know that we are responsible?"

I want to know if you like the feel of cold hardwood floor on your feet in the morning or the feel of carpet when you first take your rain boots and socks off after stomping puddles.

******* it, I want to know everything about you
so I can love every single one of those things with an intensity
the devout Christian envies.
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