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You came crashing into me that night when there was a super moon
shining through the blinds onto an unmade bed where you laid
your head against the softness of my chest and kissed between
my two moons
holding me to their atmosphere and brightening
the stars that fell from my mouth with every sigh.
I closed my eyes and let you lead me through,
and through, and through again until I was tired and slow
and you kissed me so good.
You cradled my head with light kisses to spread the pressure
from the bruise of hitting the headboard when you moved me-
how you moved me and how good that felt to be intertwined with a body
that was thick and warm and made me feel
enticed with how your fingers would run against my thighs.
My lips were sore from your tongue on their insides,
rolled over to see your glistening body come into mine
so simply with tension breathing between the space of our next kiss.
Our sleepless night turned into a rushing morning where the aqua twilight
would fade over your smile as you pulled back from my lips.
Your skin was warm and the air was cold as you pulled up the covers
to darken the sky we created with the steam from our bodies and from
being so close and so complete in a single moment
in a simple night
where our beauty was felt with only our hands.
About those intense summer nights.
 Jul 2013 Izzy Stoner
Jobe David
It may not have ever crossed your mind,
or just could be something you ignore.
I'm just glad I can't see your face
when I'm not here any more.
It's not that I don't love your face,
I can't express how much joy it brings.
But on that day I leave your life,
just the thought of it kinda stings.

I'd never hurt you intentionally,
I hope you know this to be true.
If I had one wish it all,
It'd be used to never leave you.
I'd love to give you everything,
there's just some things I can't do;
Live forever, long, or full.
Just to name a few.

You'll do fine, just remember
all the times that we have had.
I helped you become a stronger person.
In fact, it won't be all that bad.
All those times I needed you,
you helped so selflessly.
Just one last thing you'll need to do,
Be brave and don't worry about me.
She rides the chanting waves
At the seas horizon,
In fires of star sheen and moon shine,
Sweet Niamh of the golden hair, and aqua eyes,

Princess of the green sea turtles,
Of the coral sea grottos,
Anemone naves and kelpie skins,
Trailing the rainbow schools of the whirling fin,

The whole twining ocean globe of blue is swooning
Under the milky waving skies and unfathoming deeps,
Her laughter lighting the unremembered bottom of the seas.
In Irish mythology, Niamh ( "bright" or "radiant". Niav, Neve, Neave, Neeve and Nieve ) was a goddess, the daughter of the god of the sea ( Manannán mac Lir ) and one of the queens of Tír na nÓg, the land of eternal youth. She was the lover of the poet-hero Oisín.

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