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 Sep 2014 Mary Stanworth
A
Ember
 Sep 2014 Mary Stanworth
A
Crawling into the cove of your neck as my shelter
I devour you.
Filling my hearth with the the coals I mined from your company.
Smoke and free spirited sparks that dance from smoldering ashes
are enclosed within my walls,
Forcing me to exhale my solitude
Your skin,
        Light as air,
          tenderly caressing spring tree branches
Your warmth,
         Radiates onto my exterior,
          As the rays of the sun amid a summer sunset.
My lips moisten,
        Wanting to taste the paradise that I've been dreaming.
In the stillness of the place that you sleep

I am awake, so very awake
Wide eyed and restless
Taught and tense poised beside you
I want to move and move with you
I want to feel the night with you

But you lay there so peacefully
Calm and cool and quiet,

Your body moves with the sway of your gentle breathing
Curves, rise and fall draped strong along the bed
Your face, beautifully outlined and shadowed with the moon
Eyes, carefully closed and dark and silent
You are close but terribly far away

I am stark and cold and naked and awake
Exposed before the wind and rain and weather of the night
I am surrounded by air that carries none of your words
There is nothing in this air but the sound of impatience
This air holds only my sad sighing
Waiting for the end of night
I am lonely beside you,
They say the scars of heartbreak make the heart grow stronger
So what of the lonely heart is what I always wonder
Does it shrivel away or become rotten or hollow
What of being alone with no love to follow
Everyone talks of love and hurt but what of emptiness
I would love to even hurt because at least it's experience
No one talks of being alone because there is only me
Sometimes I feel I am the only one ever truely lonely
Why do we feel it?
Why do we need it?
What is this mystical feeling?
Can someone tell me?
Love

My heart started beating
fast and couldn't stop.
Nothing can stop me
from thinking about her
everyday.

All the time is for her.
Is it wasted?
Yes and no.
It all depends.
Love

But love towards what?
Who?
Why?
I wish I knew and stop wandering
within my head.
Love
Power to strive
till the end.
An instrument
to survive.
Only those who
have unbreakable
will - Win.
One girl kissed me in the morning,
A woman had by noon,
But Lady only gazed by dark,
And did not kiss so soon

The girl's kiss was lost in jest,
And the women's lost in play,
But the kiss in my Lady's eyes
Will haunt me everyday.
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