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Show me love
and I will do the same
Bring me love
and we will bring each other pain
Your my drug
feel you crawling in my vain
I feel your love
and its driving me insane
I feel your vibes
and I can say the same
Play on; as the music chides
two can play this game
My heart on my sleeve
your body on my brain
love you like a lover
I want your soul to do the same
"You sound like moonlight,"* he said, *"like, the soft rays of light singing down to the brisk autumn earth. The trees and stars dance to your voice. Both the earth and space are in harmony with you."
Another writing prompt.
i have traversed the galaxies through time,
i have glided on saturns rings,
i have swung from the sun's rays like vines,
and i have seen the brightest of stars ignite into space dust—
yet nothing the heavenly bodies
and all of the cosmos offered
could ever come close to the brightness of your being.
and perhaps some day,
the constellations will lead me to you.

darling, don't be light years away—
come into my universe.
  Sep 2016 Michelle Florence Winters
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a milky vessel
an open wound on a timeline of unspoken truths
a memory
distant yet so **** close i can feel it and i can feel you
an entity
do you pass by this life into parallel universes looking for pieces to put us together again (i would)
are you real or just my perception
perplexed by such embodiment of perfection in one human being
definitely an entity; entwined with milky vessels cascading back and forth to me
passing by through a wormhole
i catch glimpses
saccadic masking, too much blinking
i might miss it i might miss you i miss you
if you put the pieces together again perceive me
i'll appear all around you like a deity
matter and energy
the milky vessels of your veins run from your body through mine, keeping my heart beating
stay
stay in this reality and we will rebuild our pieces
and that's the beauty of energy, my darling
they were never truly lost
20092016
  Sep 2016 Michelle Florence Winters
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the sea, the rain and the stars,
they must feel this way too-

tangled with desire
and always the beloved,
never able to give it back
in quite the same way it's received.
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