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 Aug 2012 Melanie
Angie Sea
Wildly
 Aug 2012 Melanie
Angie Sea
Feelings and their mysteries
a lover in mind

I remember the stories you told me
of your adventures and possibilities
I remember falling in love
with every single memory of us

je suis ici
where are you now ?

I want to be in the poetry I have never written
to live the life I had never dreamed

I travel in hopes of bumping into you again
for that's how we met
by fate and crossroads
in the wild we never waited

je suis ici
where are you now ?

The world we have yet to see
Our world we have yet to create

You climbed as I swam below
together naturally
but still going farther our own ways
our movements rippled to the other

je suis ici
where are you now ?

our stones skip four times
for every time we met

We promised each other we'd venture again
hand in hand and to share a tent
we'll meet to hike the mountains
for a date behind the waterfall

*je vais ĂȘtre ici finalement avec toi
 Aug 2012 Melanie
Ashe L Bennett
I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."
Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011
 Aug 2012 Melanie
Montana
I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.
8/13/12

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