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hj Jul 13
if i could
i would
if i could
i would
if I coul
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hj Jul 6
kiss me until I can't speak\
I said
She said how
I said kiss me till I'm breathing so hard that I can't speak
a little while later she crashes her lips against mine
and I whisper
wanna fuffil that dare?
she smiles and keeps kissing me
her lips felt like new worlds
her touch felt like exploasions of goosbumps aganst my skin
baby kiss my neck
I beg as my breath hitches in my throat
her lips make way to my neck
she knows where to kiss
and how to kiss
she knows how
and she's proud
"okay..... okay babe"
Can you speak? she says smirking
  Jun 14 hj
Annie
This pool is bottomless; stunningly blue,
I find that I’m tumbling towards it with you.

We’ve fallen, and now that the surface is breaking,
our dive, beyond words, will leave us both shaking.

I see now, a lifetime of love in the making.
28.5.19
hj Jun 14
I want your fingers in my hair
wanna feel your breath against my lips
I want your hands roaming my body
your eyes exploring my soul
I want to stay away from everybody
every body there is but yours
I want the moon to lose our shape
can't find our bodies separate
I want our auras to lose colors
and find one rainbow beaming in the dark
I want you dark and in color
I want your lips the taste of cigarettes
I want your lips the taste of hot chocolate
I want you daisies
I want you irises
But I want you
and only you
  Jun 10 hj
BR Dragos
I cannot recall the best advice
I got from my father
but the best
advice I got from
a man that's not
my father
is to
make friends with loneliness

If you and loneliness are enemies
you'll be lonely

but once you and loneliness are
friends you'll be solitary

The difference between loneliness
and solitude
is the difference
between
the naive kid who thinks one's
happiness depends upon others
and the wise sage who knows that
one's happiness depends
only on
one's self
and one's self alone.
  Jun 10 hj
BR Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
  Jun 10 hj
BR Dragos
he watches the rain like
it's alive
but he feels less alive himself
behind him
the house turns dark
its last light going off

don't turn back
don't look back
keep going ahead

and maybe another house
and another wife
will open up before you

or maybe there'll be another
war coming
and the nation will need
your service
again

this time the fear shall be
less intense
The first time
someone points
a gun at you
you're terrified
the second time's the same
third
forth
and so on
but eventually there comes
a time when you
run out of people
to point guns at you

fifth

twelfth

forty-third

and none of them make you
feel like her eyes
watching from the window
behind the curtains
and no pulling of the trigger
and no bang
is like her voice screaming
at the kid to go away, to not look

"A stranger! That's what the
man outside is. And I'm calling
the police if he keeps staring like that.
DON'T!
you dare look at him. Go to
your room. Now."

What's a man when all
the wars are over?
A squirt gun against the sun.

His good hand, the one with
whole and working fingers
reached into an inner pocket
of his uniform, found
nothing.

He walked on
And it rained on
And there were no more wars
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