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Mak Mar 2013
Your lips on my lips, burning, electrocuting.
My heart and your heart, magnetizing, welding.
My eyes locked on your eyes, scared, enraptured.
Your eyes on my eyes, intoxicated, gazing.
Your hands in my hair, tangled, ensnared.
My hands on you,
like a piano I am playing you,
they glide over you, capturing you in the moment.
Caught in the music,
wide-eyed and wonderstruck.
Boy do you want me like I want you?
And you whisper in my ear, "I love you too"
As your arms wrap around me and your smile pulls me in,
All I want is the night not to end.
And if it's sparks I feel, do you feel them too?
And tell me that the thoughts I think are  shared by you.
We are silent giggles and words not said
We are messy hair and an unmade bed
We are not a beginning or an end
Less than foe and more than friend
We are ears that hear and eyes that see
I am you, and you are me.
Mak Feb 2013
I am blue,
Like the summer sky,
Like the color of my eyes,
Like his favorite shade,
And the tip of my braid.
I am blue,
Like the sea,
Like my favorite tee,
Like the color of blueberries,
And oh, how it varies!
I am blue,
Like the taste of his lips,
Like the glow of an eclipse
Like the state of my thoughts,
And forget-me-nots.
I am blue,
TRUE BLUE.

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