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 Feb 2014 julius alcancia
skyyy
I can still feel your
finger tips under my skin
sometimes I wish I never let you in
I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your ******* and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life!
I don't finish reading
The nicest poems

The spaces in my mind
Empty
Become so beautiful
With so few words

If I were to finish
Each line
I would lose my heart
My soul
And my mind

I'd rather be left
Hanging
Than falling
With a real ending
Poems
Need not be
Words
They can be
Faces
Too
:(
Hits like pen on parchment
Chalk on stone
Fading.
Rubs like pineapple on gums
Gulf and blood
Stinging.
Grey like bad meat or slugs
Lines of blue
Opening.
Like the stench of garbage
Hold in breath
Release.
Take in.
Release.
Take in.
Release.
Fading.

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