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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
When I sleep my body heavies
It sinks into the ground
It merges with the earth
And I become one with the sound
I become the words the tongue
When saying 'I Love You'
I become an importance that can't be replaced
My presence is irreplaceable and impossible to ignore

When I sleep my breath matches my heart rate
Slowing as I fall
So when it spikes again
And morning light rises
I morn the loss of my importance
The the need for me disappears
So my choices are minimal
I can either never sleep
Or never wake up
 Mar 2015 Charles Smith
Linger
When I say
I love you
It seems so powerful
Yet incomplete

It's so beautifully simple
And it's meaning is
pure
Yet what I feel for you is so much more.  

I want to show you what I mean
But I need more than words for that.
When we are together I can show you the feelings residing inside,
But in my absence these words
Are all I can provide.
We've all been molested
By time and space

The lovers have problems
With keeping their place

A head filled with toxins
Colours, fairy tales

They teach us that men
Can make a home inside whales

My message is simple
Don't stand near train tracks

Though everyone does it
So it's time to relax

Speculations of pain
Hurt me enough

Weak to the core
Though I'm told that we're tough
From a song of mine, entitled 'Blue'.
Jennifer Justice stood in the forum.
Blazing red dress, hair was a mess.
Kisses for sale.
If you're male.
Playing again,
Laying again
Womanly wiles.
Cheap plastic smiles.
Fortune held within the stars.
Men with frantic motor cars.
Picked her up in local bars.
Come, play daily.
Buy her half price chocolates in the petrol station.
She's very unhappy.
She's always crying.
Dying love written in the stars.
Men she picks up,
Local bars.
Rapid cars.
Reaching stars.
Cold to touch.
Bitter sweet.
Poor Jennifer Justice.
(c) Livvi
He saw her completely vanishing
from his reality,
but in disguises gatecrashing
in to his poetry.
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