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He tells me he is sorry, falling down and scrubbing his face in the dirt.
And it was such a small thing that he had done!
His remorse seemed out of proportion.
Did he think me so judgmental?  
Or that I would so easily turn away?

Imperfections revealed are the delicate strands which bind a person to another.
It is in this revelation, this exposure of our humanity, where grace is allowed to grow,
And humility is allowed to flourish.

Here, where acceptance wears the purple coat,
Nobility is nothing more than the mark of a soul in tune.
Smile, malevolent
I heard you were trouble, but with me it's double
I couldn't stay away if you paid me
I'd pay to call you baby

Yea I heard you were trouble
I want to share your pain
No pain no gain
I might be insane

To think this would ever work again
It doesn't work now and didn't back then
Membrane, must refrain from making this choice in vein
Insanity ward pass on the word you didn't hear this from a little bird
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Levi
Thoughts
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Levi
I want a world,
With you and me.
I want to give it all,
I can say that easily.

A world without you,
Is a world so bleak.
A life without you,
Will leave me so weak.

You are what I want,
You burn in my mind.
Everything that I say,
Finds you, intertwines.  

I want a big bed with you,
That we share in our sleep.
I want green grass and sky blue,
And I want you to keep.
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Taylor
I like your heart,
                            and how it patters
                       with its rhythmic thump thump thump
                               how I could sit and talk for hours
                         Telling everyone I love

                                                               I like your legs draped right across mine
                                                                                         for a second: one or two
                                                                   I think about you: almost, often
                                                                                Maybe I'll write these lines anew

                                      Open a book and light a fire
                                                 As you outline my hipbones
                                        Rip the paper from it's sockets
                                                                       The appendage left alone

              
                                                                                                         *It will covet flesh and bone
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
M
Drink Me In
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
M
Drink me in with your eyes
Take all that you can see
Every curve
Inch
Angle
That you long to touch
Caress
Kiss

Drink me in with your eyes
Visually abuse me
Diminish my dignity
Strip me of my personality
Wit
Charm
Humor

Drink me in with your eyes
Smile at me
Strike up a conversation
Ask for my number
You want to get to know me better?
You want to get to know me?
You want to know me?

Or
Do you mean
I want to know what you are under your clothes
How your skin feels against mine
Your lips and the inside of your mouth
The roundness of your breast
The curves of your bottom
What lives inside your thighs

You want to get to know me better?
I have a story
That requires ears
I have a story
That demands attention, laughter, and tears
I have a story
A story that must be heard
Not
With
Yours
Eyes
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Mikaila
Do you know the sound of the wind through the trees in the dead of a summer night?
The soft glow of the moon, golden on every surface,
Reflected deep brown in every shadow.
The balmy smoothness of the air along your skin, full of the sweetness of wet earth, new grass, and night blooming flowers.
The ghostly white moths that flit along the ocean of grass in the fields, capping billowing green waves.
The hush and hum of a sudden rain pattering on the sundried ground, darkening the darkness and blotting the moon with grey cotton clouds that glow from within.
Darling, I miss you like that. I miss you like a summer night. I miss you with that beauty,
Natural like a heartbeat,
Subtle like a breath,
Constant like the earth.
I miss you like a summer night.
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
raðljóst
it feels like waking from a dream
or slipping into sleep
spinning hand and hand
then
falling over in the grass
between the ground and sky
on this windy night with you.
It was like breathing oxygen
For the very first time
Or being dead
And being revived
It was an awakening
Of my soul

Listening to words
As they glide into my ears
The atmosphere permeating my skin and warming the inner depths
Of the frozen areas of my soul
It was spoken music
It was
Poetry
Last night, I went to a poetry slam
I think I've written ten poems since than
All of them read like spoken words

They no longer sound like the poems I'd once write
I no longer read my poems
As words on a page
But as sounds to be spoken
Spoken on stage
I've breathed in new ways
Of breathing you see
And my writing
I don't think
Will ever be the same now

And I breath
As I write as I would when I speak
These spoken words are in my lungs
In my heart so to speak
Pumping this new air
This new form of oxygen into my lungs
And mmmmmmm. . . . .

I'll never be the same again.
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