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 Nov 2014 Liz King
Artaxerxes
For so long you've craved my touch
The feel of my arms around you
The warmth of my breath on the back of your neck
To feel my heart beat against yours
and rightfully so
I know that I am broken
What YOU don't know about is all of the times that I try
I TRY to hold you
I WANT to put my arms around you
I WISH that our bodies were pressed against one another
I KNOW THAT I'M BROKEN and so ...
So in the stillness of our early morning hours
window open, bedroom welcoming the breeze
the artificial staccato of rain in the air
despite my fears and to say nothing of the miles between us in our bed
I move over, inching closer to you
Blood warming, Heart quickening
Once flesh meets flesh...this should be HOT
My right foot slides across the bed to rest up against yours
I slide my body even closer to yours now
sure that you will meet me any second
warmer... quicker
And from her mouth...a soft giggle and these words

"You have all that room and I'm like, right on the edge"

I moved back to my side,  without so much as hinting of the disappointment and rejection that I felt

Amazing how two people can want the SAME thing and
yet, somehow... we still found a way to miss each other
In the confines of our own bed!
(A soft sigh with a frustrated, gentle smile)  Note to you:
I stopped by to see you this morning, you were half asleep I fear
Do wait up for me tonight!
Anticipation is SUCH a rush ~
;~
 Nov 2014 Liz King
Margrethe H K
In the watermark of night
we are black shadows swaying

hands finding hips finding thighs
in the dark

blades aligned
we cut stars in ice

back arching in your hands
my hair sweeps a frozen lake

arms stretching distant skies
under the taunt of stars
you pull me in

your face in the moon

winter’s song
longing

your lips

salty
red flowers

I will taste
 Nov 2014 Liz King
Edward Coles
For once I have seen the moment in front of me.
I have given myself an unfaltering aim;
sober-eyed and away from Amnesia Haze.
The words came before the ability to speak,
and so I have been living as an empty barrel,
sleep-starved in the basement
and devoid of sunlight.

There is a wave of panic in the streets,
from ebola virus, to fulfilled prophecy.
Since my life slowed to a catatonic state,
the still waters came in a pill-drawn routine
of restless walks, and falling asleep in the day.
Once I had mapped out the cracks in the ceiling,
I stood up to look outside the window.

A voice appeared, to appease the silent word.
It is a fallacy to think
that a quiet voice should not be heard.
C
 Nov 2014 Liz King
Edward Coles
There are bags under your eyes
from where sleep haunts you,
or the lack of it, at least.

The gorgeous and the gruesome
always have trouble getting rest,
only the monotonous
and the sedated
escape to dreams with ease.

Where did your sobriety go?
Was it lost when you realised
even your parents were clueless,

or did you suspect that all along?
I would count you amongst
the gorgeous,
but with a gruesome turn of mind.
Whatever you do, do not drift away

if it means leaving your Self behind.
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All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with ****,
The little cage of “Currer Bell”
In quiet “Haworth” laid.

Gathered from many wanderings—
Gethsemane can tell
Thro’ what transporting anguish
She reached the Asphodel!

Soft falls the sounds of Eden
Upon her puzzled ear—
Oh what an afternoon for Heaven,
When “Bronte” entered there!
 Nov 2014 Liz King
Paige
Right words
 Nov 2014 Liz King
Paige
I've tried for days to
write something
beautiful about you,
but I can't find the words
to say.
Because I haven't seen you,
or heard your voice.
But I know that when that day
comes I will practically
write a novel.
 Nov 2014 Liz King
Paige
Good enough
 Nov 2014 Liz King
Paige
I am to the point of
being sick of caring
about you.
It's mentally exhausting.
But the addiction is so
intoxicating that I
always stick around for
a little more.
Because you are all
of my curiosities
and wonders.
Every question I have
is for you.
You're in almost all
of my thoughts.
There I wrote it down,
so why can't I just say it?
Probably because it will
still never be good enough.
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