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 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Kate Lion
he handed me the sky in a pitcher
and told me to bathe in it
so i undid my hair and my shirt and slid into the ocean that frothed over with white clouds and swirled like the mist in hot chocolate
and as he watched me i had a thought and asked if he fished out the sunlight on purpose
because that was my favorite part
well
he leaned across the cold bathtub, took my face in his hands
his eyes fluttered shut, and he whispered
you are the sun
And I said, “I’ll never love anyone.”
And he said, “What about me?”
And I said, “You’re the only exception.”
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Dave Lae
Time has passed, eons it seems
Now i am back, no need to dream
The days go by, they turn to weeks
Busy am i, too busy to seek
The one true love, my search goes on
Another year, another eon.
I stand beneath a midnight sky
I see a shooting star.
I close my eyes and make a wish,
and send myself so far away.

Thinking of what once had been,
the who and where and when.
The only one beside me still,
is my shadow in the end.

The man I see before me
is one that I don't know.
But I've learned to fake that smile.
And in the end I just go...

far away, so very far away
not sure where I'm going,
but I'd like somewhere to stay.

a place that I can call my own
something for which to care
anything to remind me
that I am really there

so shooting star please take my wish
hear my thoughts and grant me this
make a whole man out of me
and clear the clouds so I can see

so far away, and to a bed where i can lay
so far away, so very far away
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Mia
Sometimes I want you so bad
It's an uncontrollable flame
building higher than expected
I lose control
of my inhibitions and reason
Everything around you blurs
You capture my dreams
Change them to include you
Why can't I think straight?
Heartbeat racing
Pupils dilating
'Kiss me please ,' I whisper.
Touch me
In the most sensual of ways
Violate my senses
Invade my heated moist flesh
Pulsing
For your touch
Kisses
Warm flickering tongue
Pleasuring me
I moan in abandonment.
If this is heaven
I want to die here.
There's a fire
that's burning my very soul
It scorches like hell.

There's a cold
that's freezing my heart
It bites with misery.

Madness growing on the inside
With fear shackles the light.
Darkness taking the lead,
controlling this black heart.
Evil is dominating
devouring my black soul.

Enduring with what's left
in my humanity.

*After every darkest night,
A very bright morning will rise.
There are so many colors in a crayon box.
Everyone has their favorite.
Mine just happens to be you.

You're the pink to my hearts that overfill the page with your name written inside.
You're the blue to the tear on my stick figures that I draw every time we say goodbye.
You're the red to the fire I doodle when ever I remember our last kiss.
You're the yellow I shade in the smiley faces as you make me grin.
Your're the green to the color of nature, that has a beauty so very close to yours.
You're the orange that shows our warm hugs like the suns light reflects the sea shores.
You're the purple when we're apart, there's loyalty there that I trust with all my heart.
You're the black to my night sky, surrounded by the twinkling stars of our outrageous memories.
You're the white to heaven's clouds, and its not as far as it seems, i'm there whenever you're with me

But most of all,
You are my personal color.
A color no one could use or borrow
I'll use you yesterday, today, and tomorrow
And never get old.

In a sixty-four pack box,
You are my crayon.
Madly-
I am missing you:
As surely as the meadow covets the soft embrace
of morning dew;
as sure as the sky slowly awakens its canvas
to the suns soft stroke of salmon pinks
and crimson reds, light magenta's, oranges,
amber's, and pale silk Persian blues.
In these moments of absence, I am,
in more than one way,
completely enraptured by the thought of you.
Your loveliness, your smile, your kiss,
your magnificently adorned brown bluish green speckled eyes,
undulate in my thoughts brightly like moonlit folds
of surf crashing into the core of me:
slowly soaking through the sandy shores
of my equally undulant, brisk, and fluttering heart.
Then, as an off shore breeze crosses tenderly about
my waist and fingertips, seductively enveloping me,
I am reminded of how closely we laid:
Tangled beneath our blanket of fervor,
side by side, with a mutual breath of passion
as excitement cascaded through our paralleled sensoriums
and quickly translated into a fiery touch of the lips,
as a fervid scratch of the hips,
and finally into a shared exhale of relief
as if to whisper to one another “come closer, be mine.”
Still, even as these grains of memories feather effortlessly
down into my thoughts like the sands of an endless hourglass
encased with the echo of your inviting voice
enchanting me with sweet nothings,
I am left with a yearning for your physical presence.
I want you here.
Time inches along and as I slowly lie my head down to sleep,
hands clasped shut between pillow and ear,
I am, in my thoughts again, reminded of your ubiquity,
of your enamoring effect on me,
of how no matter the distance nor the time between,
baby you are here, captivating my thoughts
-madly.

— The End —