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Michelle Mar 2014
Smooth delicate inviting
Flowing fire in my veins
Sinful loving delightful
Harsh heroines at the reins

When I cross the border
It does not have to make cents
You could never afford her
While he lies and he paints and he stands by the fence

I love everything about this
Sweet sultry sun making me sweat
Warms my neck; giving a sharp kiss
So maybe it seems crazy, maybe we just met
But reading is something
You surely will not regret.
Michelle Mar 2014
I would give anything to escape.
I would give anything to leap
into my dreams.
I want to sink into the deep.
I want to tear apart these seams.

One day my world will change shape,
and that is when I will know
I have finally made my escape.
Michelle Mar 2014
Speaking
in poetry
is like
speaking
in another language.
I have the words
But these words
aren't easily or simply
spoken.
These words
describe everything
I am feeling
without actually
saying exactly what it is.
These words
have a rhythm
I fall into and
I fall asleep in
the bed of these words.
They are mine
and I love them
because of this.
Michelle Mar 2014
Who is she?
Who is that girl
that stands in the corner,
a wallflower.
A glimmer
in the fabric
of time and space.
She is nothing
but emptiness
in this place.
She turns up
the music
louder and louder.
Throbbing, moving
beats.
Hoping that somehow
the music, the song, the words
will fill the empty spaces
of her heart.
Maybe she will feel less alone.
Maybe.
Possibly.
Probably.
Probably not.
Michelle Mar 2014
I can inhale
(everything)
I can breathe in
every smell
good and bad.
I can taste
every taste
good and bad.
I can see
every vision
good and bad.
I can feel
every touch
good and bad.
But all I want to
breathe
taste
see
and feel
is
You.
Michelle Mar 2014
In every stolen
hidden
kiss
deep
in the shadows
Our
lips
do
secret
things.
Michelle Mar 2014
I love it when
the wind blows.
My invisible friend
that no one else knows.

I love it when
it roars in my ears
and tickles my face
I love it when it picks up my hair
and moves it out of place.

I love it when it's so strong
and it whispers secrets to me.
The wind is where I belong...
I am the lock, and it is the key.

I feel as if it could pick me up
and take me away
I could just close my eyes
and pray
that the wind will
hold me.
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