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 Jan 2017 neko-nae
mk
clitoris
 Jan 2017 neko-nae
mk
cliché to compare it to a flower
but when it blossomed, i was in awe
like petals opening slowly and
all at once
delicate, tempting
to look not to touch
it buds and i feel it
the rivers that drip
the pressure that builds
when the oceans collide
to touch, vulnerable
soft; easy to tear
but to feel
to feel
too much
the glaciers melt into seas

cliché to compare it to a flower
but it smells just so
like dew's morning mist
and the grass in the meadows
a hint of sharpness
covered with the breeze
if it be not a flower
then you have not pleased

it'll open with kindness
close with pleasure
cliché to compare it to a flower
but it too depends on the weather
the temperature the humidity
the friction the electricity
finding in a thunderstorm
the second of serene
counting down till the lightning arrives;
three
two
one.

as i watch it blossom
i wonder just this
how did this result
with only one kiss?
 Jan 2017 neko-nae
Mona
take care
 Jan 2017 neko-nae
Mona
withering while bloomed
fading while i'm still loving you
don't ever forget me
never mind i lied
just take care
 Jan 2017 neko-nae
Mona
I'll be counting down the days
until I see you again
until I'm looking into your eyes
with nothing in between

I'll be thinking about you
until I get off the plane
until I run into your arms
until there's nothing in between
I miss a lot of people right now, whether because of physical distance or emotional distance. I had a dream about seeing them again.
 Dec 2016 neko-nae
Aquinas
I hate the way I crave the wetness of your lips
I'm begging for your touch that I'll never be given
I see you and I want to dig under my skin
Make a new home in the cave between my blood and bones

I hate the way you gave me a perfect glimpse
Then told me it's unhealthy to see you again
When the only medicine I needed was your touch
Please hold me one more time I'm craving what I've lost
boys will really do a number on you, folks
 Jun 2016 neko-nae
E. E. Cummings
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
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