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  Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak
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I have gnawed your name onto the inside of my cheek
Like carving love notes on willow trees
And I have painted your portrait on the back of my eyelids
Romanticizing the outline of your jaw
Like an artist would his brush
And my skin remembers every brief moment when
Your hand and would brush against mine
Like the leaves on the willow tree
With your name
Carved into
Its bark
Beautiful

Darling you are beautiful.
Not just ordinary-sort-of-beautiful either.
It's not for everyone to enjoy,
Tis not to everyone's taste,
But it is there:
Ineffable beauty.
And it begs to be loved.
I would do so gladly,
Tracing your face's outline
Like it is a piece of art work,
Or the full moon in the sky.
It is so specific. So very you:
Beauty like no other.
You can't see it sometimes
Because it hides behind your smile
And sits above your raised brows.
It likes to daydream at times
In the crooks of your curls,
And takes a nap on your nose.
As a master of disguise,
It plunges into your eyes,
And finds there warm sea water.
It is a little timid maybe,
But with a few kind thoughts
You could lure it out
Into your own
Observable universe.
Fear and The Heart

I now drown in the sand of time,
Lost among the dust and grains.
My next step is uncertain,
Because I cannot see ahead,
And my heart wants to eject itself,
Right out of my chest.
It keeps beating an thrashing
Against my broken ribs,
As though a bit of a bashing
Could rid it of its chains.

It's a startled animal.
A bull fighting for its life;
A fawn stood at a gun's point;
A fly stuck in the spider's web.
It's so scared, so terribly scared.

I try to soothe it so,
Singing it a pretty song,
Until it trembles a little less,
And feels more at home.
Because one thing you should avoid
Is having a heart that is too scared of loving,
A heart that tries to fold inwards and disappear
At the presence of another.
A heart must be brave.
No sands of time should get it
Into the state where it's no longer connected
To your very own veins,
And causes only pain.
Jealousy

If I could be but a burning sun,
I'd scorch you with my wrath.
All your labour and all you loved
Would sizzle in my heat,
And turn into steam.

What I can't have,
Why should I let you keep?

If I was but an ocean blue,
I'd envelope you in my foam.
Grain by grain I'd wash away
The foundation of your home,
Claiming it for my own.

I need to breach your comfort
So I can have mine.

I need to pour onto you
Like torrential rain.
I need to chill you to the bone,
Like some haunted wind.
For you cannot, should not
Have that which I cannot reach.

You snatched it from under my nose,
And it kept screaming my name,
But you muffled its voice.
Your cruelty knows no end,
So now you'll taste mine
And I promise the pain won't fade.

— The End —