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She has no mirror
but where flirt the leaves with the pond
she comes in the cool of noon
mixing the dark of her hair
with the summer shade
dipping into glass green water
her toes and far above
and all the pond sees
encrypts within the bubbles of rainbow
that only her clothes
swelled in awe
can read.
There was queen Ann's lace
And yellow wild flowers
Up to our knees.

I can breathe with you.

There were gentle raindrops
Whispering on our faces.
Sock feet entwined,
Suspended in the air
Guarded by two trees
At dusk.
Your warm body pressed
Against mine.

I can feel calm with you.

I wrinkled my yellow dress
In the water softened rocks
On the sunset beach.
You mumbled profanity
At your camera,
And I couldn't stop smiling.
There you were
With me,
And with
Me.

I can feel with you.

It was in the moment
With my hand
Gripped in yours
Pressed up against your lips
That I knew,
And knew you did too.
Your hazel eyes
Gave it away,
Filling my heart,
And breaking it with your sadness
All at once.

I love you.

In a tender moment,
Softly touched
By sunlight,
You signed "beautiful"
On my face.
Your soft lips are slowly
Soothing the bad memories
Away.
Replacing them with
Golden hour baked
Love.
You've become
The most welcoming home
I've ever had.

I can be loved by you.

I brushed on
My pink lipstick,
And you combed down
Your damp hair,
Every few moments we exchanged
A kiss,
It was so amazingly ordinary.

I can feel natural with you.

Your head
Rested on my chest,
Because I know the softest grass
Under my favorite tree,
And like my secret writings,
You shared it with me.

I can feel safe with you.

You make a poet
Lose her words,
In the moment
You speak love,
Where I am speechless with warmth,
So here's my love.

I
Love
You
I look ahead and what do I see
As it is ....approaching me
The future of all mankind..and it is...in a bind
.......coming unwound and ...
....is now sinking fast
into the distant waves
Of time.... as it rolls past
And I am bound ...by fear
To this place I stand ...surrounded

By all that I once knew ..
All that I was going...to do
.... before it was too late
But now I seem to hesitate
Chalk it all up to fate before
It has a chance to implicate
ME
ALTHOUGH
it is not any real surprise
How long I failed to recognize
The panic that I saw ...whenever
I looked into my own eyes
As they became as clouded as stormy skies

The light that fades I tried... to ignore
But now I can clearly see ...
That those waves of time have
Managed
To somehow catch up to me
And I think I always knew
I would never get to do
All those thing that I had planned to

So I must accept that ...
it was ...
.more than enough .
 Aug 2017 Keith Wilson
Maria Etre
Words
paper cut
my skin
with unspoken
emotions
for my voice
failed to give
them their
proper justice
Tell me something to make me believe
in love outside of poetry
and lay besides me in the hours of solitude
in the silence of hushed lullabies
and sing me a song of sleepless nights
and chase away the morning sun
so we could spend more time
under sheets of lustful moon
and whisper in slurred and sultry tone
of your dreams of restless sea
and let me drown under waves
of heavy breaths until there is nothing left
inside my lungs and bring me back to life
with mouth to mouth of kiss and sigh
and trail and trace fingers over form and limbs
and let hands make way along neck and thighs
and drive my trembling fears away
that this is no more than bland repetitious fiction
of fairy tale and fantasy
and wrap me with your tongue and words
and let me explore your
every crest and curve and line
and show me something beyond
your naked truth and brittle bones
that you are here and I am not alone
and perform the ritual
of bringing back the dead
by making the dull unmoving heart
inside my chest beat again
and show me beds of stories made
of pages of you and I
and maybe then I could believe
in love outside of poetry
Words,
They can cut through
Your heart,

They can tear you
Apart.

They can be as sharp
And as blunt
As any knife,
All in the same instance,

They can cause a major shift
In your reality,
They can torture you
Until the end of time,
They can be responsible
For destroying your very existence.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Aug 2017 Keith Wilson
Cné
A tentative touch unsure
of erotica I've yet to explore.
Her sweet ripe ******* allure
my watering mouth can't ignore.

Tickling teasing touch to ignite us
giggling on our high
Soft soothing caresses in between
wondering why I was so shy...

Our fingers tangled in long blonde hair,
then gently stroking soft warm skin.
Bodies writhing, legs entwining,
where she ends, there I begin.

Oblivious to our thoughts
enambered with desires
Lips of wine in heated passion
soaring pleasures even higher.

Perfumed oil on bodies glistening,
**** laughs and playful fights.
Lace and heels and toys aplenty,
Girl, we'll make this last all night.

By EJ and Cné
A little wine
A little laugh
A little pleasure
For our own behalf

Thank you EJ for such inspiration
https://hellopoetry.com/elizabeth-j-1/
 Aug 2017 Keith Wilson
Seema
Yellow leaves scattered,
under the star apple tree.
Birds picking on twigs,
To repair the damage nest
On another small fruit tree.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Shall I stop writing
Because you do not read?

Shall I stop trying to get through life
Because you think
I will not succeed?

Shall I stop planting my thoughts -
Each poem a precious seed,

Shall I stop being myself
Because you do not see beauty
In self-expression,
Or because you see a wildflower
As a ****?

What do you want from me?

You be you!
Let me be!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
Our individuality
Is what makes us special.
Stay true to yourself!
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