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I dance across the paper
Flat and smooth
Foreign movements to all but me
And her

I know her
Better than anyone else
She trusts every secret thought
To me

Yesterday I fluttered across the page
In spirals, over and over
Beside numbers and notes
And lists

Today she wrote for hours
And salty drops
Spread my ink
Everywhere

The more she trusts me
The more I fade
I fear I will soon be
Nothing

And she will leave me
The one she trusted
With foreign movements and secret thoughts and salty drops
All alone
 Mar 2016 WoodsWanderer
just live
Meaningless* noises flow
From mouth
To mouth
Expressionless and
*Emotionless
 Mar 2016 WoodsWanderer
JR Potts
She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.
 Mar 2016 WoodsWanderer
just live
Like jumping into an alpine lake
Of pure mountain runoff,
My senses are ignited
By icy fire,
Buzzing.
The gentle movement of your chest
Mirroring the the waxing and waning of the sea,
In
Out
The gentle breath of your hair,
Soft as the touch
Of a downy feather
Brushing my cheek,
The smell indescribable
And unique.
Strong legs intertwined
As we "sleep" the night away.
my legs are dangling off the edge
my mind in circles on a sledge
off hills, through valleys and through storms
my feet are touching your feet's soles.

we are reflection of each other
forsaken sister, sinner brother
across and under gone and travelled
so many lies we have unravelled.

and many years we spent apart
not friends but siblings, bests at heart
my feet were dangling off the edge
again you calmed my mind's poor rage.
in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you
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