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 Jul 2013 lucie krpalova
Rob
It’s unnerving how after all this time
Even with clarity of experience
Of the conflagration and how
that burning pain eased so slow, then subsided to a dull ache
and finally to acceptance
How after all that seeming resolution
You are still a pretty moth with slightly singed wings
who appears to see a light in me
And I am still fuel to your particular spark.
Always know where your extinguisher is :)
RD ©2013
 Jul 2013 lucie krpalova
Helen
I can only guess
by your slow steps
we are just ambulating
while you are waiting
for the sky to fall in
to finish what will never begin

Your shuffling steps
fail to plumb the depths
of my diluted attraction
I know I'm just a distraction

Because if you knew me at all
You'd see me on floor
to a beat that is fast at the start
getting faster than the blood to my heart

You'd see me moving with Sensuality
that would make you lose your mentality
to realise that we are not out for a walk
just anticipating more than talk

If you don't want to dance with me
to writhe with me in ecstasy

Your outstretched hand will hang a while
and your fantasies will be in denial

Come dance with me
*I move to please
 Jul 2013 lucie krpalova
marina
i just want to sit and be
still with you, but
my heart never slows
when you're around and
i always end up searching
dead ends for what words
to use next

(my fingers still shake at the
mention of your name)
i'msorryi'mbeingcliche
 Oct 2012 lucie krpalova
Helen
tell me again
when we first did meet
when your eyes
undressed me
as your hands did roam

tell me again how my body
felt like home

tell another story that starts
with my eyes

whisper entreaties to me
that are star bursts
between my thighs

kiss special wishes that begin
at my heart
that ripple down my body
to end where they start

lick a path to my soul
drink in my essence
bathe in my mortality
ignoring my presence

tell me again
how I was first to be the one
I promise to sit still
baking infinitesimally under the sun

I'll drink in your voice
hearing all that you describe
becoming intimately drunk
on each and every sweet lie
 Oct 2012 lucie krpalova
Helen
painted some pictures
colored my hair
spoke to my reflection
that didn't know I was there

counted the hours
we were apart

added the hours
you owned my heart

minus the minutes
that didn't start

added two and a half

discovering the cuckoo clock
had only one laugh

spent an lifetime beneath
a hot shower spray
where sins are washed away
and it's okay
to pray
removed excess body hair
cleansed what I wanted to keep
washed every inch
of my skin
pretended the tears
that stung like whips
was an ocean spray
and not the life
that I weep

crawled into bed
smelling of cotton candy
and living sin
musk in midnight darkness
mixed as a dry tonic and gin
to find empty sheets
on the other side of the divide
even my memories
could not decide
if such a routine
in a forgotten maze
can survive such days

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