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stillness
is
translucent red,
if you were wondering

it's the see-through red
of your eyelids against
the sun
invading your
sight
when you would rather
see the darkness
than what is in front of you

it's the see-through red
of the unfinished skin on
the son
assailing your
sight
when you would rather
see the movement
of who is in front of you
 Feb 2018 Olivia A Keaton
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Your scars arent beautiful,
theres no beauty in hurting yourself
no beauty in blades
no beauty in throwing up your food
no beauty in mascara running from your eyes at 2 am
no beauty in eyes that are dead
nobody will kiss your scars
i'm sorry for that.
midst the sparkling stars
sailed a luminous moon
chartering night seas
I don't want to step on anyone's toes, here
But please stop trying to tell me you know what happens after we die
More importantly
It doesn't matter
What happens
After we die
YOU
Cue the music
Dim the lights
Palms sweating
Getting stage freight
Stomach in knots
Heart is pounding
Stepping on stage
Feeling the rage
Spotlights blinding

Sold out crowd
Only one I see
         YOU
Standing up
So proud
Even in a sold out crowd
I mange to find you
Always supporting
Cheering out loud

I dance through music
My passion for it
I dance for you

I come to the end
Strike my pose
The crowd applauds
But I only see
       YOU

Lights dim
I exit the stage
Tomorrow is another chance
I get to express
This feeling of love
Through dance for you
In a beautiful simplistic way
I used to be s dancer and my husband was always there to support me ( before we were together) I can’t thank him enough for always pushing me to be the best dancer I could be.
She feels the night air
as her thoughts drift to him,
his touch, his kiss
his warm breath against her skin.
She feels the night air
as sleep takes her away,
to that place of safety and love
within his heart, she stays.
She feels the night air close in around her….

Sometimes every word is a sweet tear falling from her eyes
                                      She feels the night air…..
One Winter’s evening
Hurrying home from work,
The North wind whistled at her
And she a married woman!

She slowed
She glanced about
She slowed some more
She stopped.

She turned down her collar
And took the scarf from her neck
She closed her eyes
And allowed the wind to blow its wicked way with her

Bold as you like the ***** homeward rushes
But walking through the door
She cannot hide her blushes.
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