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Cada beso aviva el fuego
dentro de mí, tus caricias ocultan mi sensatez, nuestros cuerpos danzan la melodía del amor.

Logras que mis dudas se disipen y todo se reduzca a ti.

La llama de nuestra pasión no deja de incrementarse, que la lluvia intenta apagarla, pero somos más que solo fuego.

La calidez de tu abrazo es mayor al de la fogata y estando ahí siento que estoy en casa, no hay vacío ni dolor, solo tú y tu inmenso amor iluminando mi vida.
Tal vez lo único que necesitamos es ver un amanecer junto a esa persona
a gift for Aladdin Aures H
from his 3rd follower...

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the inescapable need,
unformed firmament
inquiring; am I capable?

the impulse palpable,
the urge to urgent,
to gorge and disgorge?

instead of morning prayers,
precomposed and ordered,
morning poem plucked from

morning fog, gusted breezes,
early-on, newborn sun rays,
progeny of disheveled skies

words fused, in irregular sizes,
senses censured by drowsy eyes,
but the chest beating arrhythmia

means bursts of free verses
superimposed on reluctant eyelids,
jigsaw puzzlement be re-conformed

and the first poem of the day,
emerges from the intersection
of mind, pale dreams, and the

first is special till the neu morrow,
when fresh bursts explode inward
to windward, and the first is just

yesterday's mesh of hash,
once formidable, now last,
pinned, yellowing, purely a
*descendant of the recent,
but always, ancient past
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3:07pm
a bright sun grilled day, in a cold June
Juneteenth 3025

on the Isle of, in the piet's nook
it comes creeping up at night
a feeling that doesn't sit right
I'm afraid I'll be
awake again tonight
Focused breath steadies the storm in my chest.
Over and over, I rehearse what I’d say if you answered.
Remnants of your voice echo in the silence.
Gravity pulls at my hand as I reach for the phone again.
In stillness, I ask myself—what do I need: closure or connection?
Voiceless vibrations stir the table—false hope in digital form.
Even knowing it’s not you, I glance, conditioned by memory.
Not yet free, I carry the weight of what was left unsaid.
Each attempt to release you tightens the tether between us.
Some wounds disguise themselves as loyalty.
Slowly, though, I learn that healing does not wait for an apology.
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