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Did you really have to go...

could you not have tarried longer.

Made your
excuses to the stars
and moon
to lie gently mere moments more
within my arms

does sleep hold such tender dreams
as to rival the tenderness
I give
when er' I hold you...

can the gentle touch
of you pillow
ever truely replace the lightness
of my lips
caressing your cheek.

Would that I could be the very essence
of your nights
replacing
the cool tranquil breeze
with warmth of breath upon your back

and that the breaking of dawn
could be subdued
by my smile
welcoming you back

although in truth
you would never have left me

for I am...

borne upon your lips
in prayer
and
worn always upon your skin
as scent most innocent

for this is not the mere wanton craving
of your body
close to mine

this is the voice of love
of reason
that sings so gently the lullabies
to ease thy doubtful mind

so if you must leave
then take me with you always

in one final

goodnight

kiss.
 Dec 2012 Nissa Arsenic
Amber
May ye slumber to be appeased.
Till they awaken.
Thus sleep into a deep trans.
For ye to ****.
Goodnight, goodnight, sweet dreams, goodnight.
Don't let ye ****.
Don't allow ye to feast.
Fall into a coma, fight for thy live.
As thus nightmares come to life.
Good night, goodnight.
**Come to life, come to life.
I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
over parents, lovers, a keen
riding over truth and detail.
I thought growing up would be
this rising from everything
old and earthly,
not these faltering steps out the door
every day, then back again.
She dropped her anchor
in my port
and then her heart
charming I thought
silver dripping
from my lips
a mere link
to finger tips
that offered me
her clasp undone
chaining two lives
forever one
a bracelet on a silken wrist
her hand upon mine own
as reconnected they became
keys to our happy home.
9-2-5 I work to buy
a new charm every year
and add a fresh new chapter
to a love so rare and dear.
 Dec 2012 Nissa Arsenic
BB Tyler
If my words could kiss you,
I wouldn't stop talking.
If my silence could speak,
I wouldn't say a thing.

If my steps could love you,
I wouldn't stop walking.
If your fingers could listen,
they'd hear my skin sing.
 Dec 2012 Nissa Arsenic
Alice Kay
Where silence

once was a thing that never happened.


now is to the point where typing one word

sounds like an earthquake.
to loud.....

It's sad how fast things can change
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