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veiled behind the barbs of acacia
the river bathes in the lazy sun

she's a thousand years or more
but knocks my heart's door
like a flirtatious teen

come deflower me
bare me in your poetry
wear me on your skin

soon she would be lost to the sky
leaving on the banks echoes of her lust

i pause for a piece of her
before my dream turns to dust!
a river (my cover photo)
Nathan Cross Apr 2015
As a Solid,
There's nothing that could break through,
Or prevent me from Loving you.
Or a Liquid,
more intoxicating than any alcohol,
I've ever drank. I love your Taste.
As a Gas,
It's most strong.
It fills each and every path I walk along.
Nothing compares to me and you.
The greatest sum, of 1+1 = 2.

Nathan Cross Mar 2015
If happiness is from Heaven, and sadness from Hell,
I’m in-between worlds.
I’ve learned more from Hell,
then Heaven could ever tell.
Sadness etched on lips, and fingertips.
Creating it, that false sense,
of whatever Love is.
You’re always a victim, but never the culprit.
Funny to me, of "we,"
you found us first and kept it, Dear.
The voorpret we felt, as each drew near,
has now turned into fear.
Perhaps a love between you and I,
should have remained as mamihlapinatapai.
That, after all,
would have been, a happy end.

Voorpret (n.) (as it is spelled) - pre-fun, the sense of enjoyment felt before a party or event takes place.
Language: Dutch.
Mamihlapinatapai (n.) (Mam-ee-la-pin-nata-pie) - the wordless look between two people who both desire something, yet are equally reluctant to initiate.
Language: Yaghan.
Nathan Cross Feb 2015
My eyes got caught, drawn to the way you walk.
Thoughts manipulate what I say.
The clock ticks, but there's no stir.
The World Is Frozen.

The ice of hearts, prevents the spark.
I'd warm it with my hands if I could.
But like time, I fear I would lose them too.
The World Is Frozen.

Nothing enters my mind, and nothing leaves.
A scene, us dancing, The light,
of Lake Michigan on our heels.
The World Is Frozen.

False words we've spoken, hearts ripped open.
We hide what we think, so no one knows -
what we feel. I can't breathe.
The World Is Frozen.

My heart stops beating, feet lose feeling.
I stand there dumb, hands numb.
If only I could speak.
The World Is Frozen.

Nathan Cross Jan 2015
She's smiling, but she's hiding.
Every girl is like the moon,
Parts are almost always hidden.
I learn those parts first,
and just watch the rest.

Nathan Cross Jan 2015
As I lay awake in wait.
Before the sun is up to start the day.
Creating radiance for all to behold.
Darkness will be waiting, watching.
Though the sun won't let go.

A poem that has five lines and creates a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses while the first word of each line is in alphabetical order.
Line 5 is one sentence long and begins with any letter.
Nathan Cross Dec 2014
I'm here, I'm there,
your shadow, your hair.
Around every corner,
sitting on your shoulder.

You're here, You're there.
You've left me traces everywhere.
A scent in every room,
your face on the moon.

When i'm under the stars,
Lights vast like space,
The World shrinks.
Trapped within
Your Bell Jar.
Yet, Again
I Choke.

Your voice still haunts.
It speaks my wants. It pulls me back into,
the place in which I lost you.
I awake in haste, can't feel my face.
I try to feel something, but just feel nothing.
Like yesterday, I'm a ghost.
I fear the darkness.
I'm just a ghost, scared of the dark.

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