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two hands pressed together –
a holy temple,
from sea to soul,
and skin to shore;
you were my high tide –
let me be your sailor's delight.

i wanna be your moon –
reach for me no matter,
how many times i send you away –
and then once more;
i wanna pull you in close –
let me fade into you.

your salt licks my wounds,
and leaves me breathless –
la lune et la mer.
loriann capra Nov 11
it was nothing short of rapturous –
you sound like the summer i met you,
and home, all at once.
it takes me two times longer to fall asleep,
when you’re not on the phone,
                              on my pillow,
                              next to me;
i count the seconds.
loriann capra Oct 25
silk sheets,
you taste like lavender
                         milk  
                         tea;
sunrise licks at your cheek –
like it’s your namesake,
you’re drenched in laurel and leaves.
loriann capra Oct 18
when you first told me you loved me,
the words dripped from the air,
and onto my skin bare –
i wanted to hear you say it again;
there is you or no one else.
loriann capra Oct 11
pack me up a picnic basket,
leave my skin and soul unscathed.
feed you apples and honey –
sticky and sweet –
fickle, and my thoughts incomplete:
put your fingers on my neck,
lick the corners of my smile,
brush the blush from my cheek;
i call you mine,
you call me yours.
and the flower lady said,
"she's a spring."

with golden notes in my skin –
my overturned arm in her palm;

she said pastels were my thing.
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