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 Jul 2012 Pandora dO
James Ellis
I used to love Hearing Every Rhyme, but not anymore...
This is dedicated to Hip-Hop and the man who first said this, Common Sense.
Quite possible,
This world doesn't exist:
You now dream to read,
What I didn't write.
Unlock the dreamless sleep
to see the truth
when afraid
you are the last face
with words of decision
bound to gaze into the mirror,
when you are surrounded by us
in the evening of our hearts'
and still know we are one
even if unnoticed
by anyone
in the light of day.

How do we close our eyes
and fly away
when we find
we are only human
wearing a dress of skin
and we remember how we met
and built bridges to be together?
Still, we both know
that a  music flows between us
and neither one of us
can ever
forget the words.

The doors are wide open
and nothing is different,
our love is full of life and time.  
Unlock the dreamless sleep
and see the truth,
my beloved,
look at us
in the evening of our hearts'.  
We are still one
even if unnoticed by anyone
in the light of day.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 Jun 2012 Pandora dO
DieingEmbers
His silver tongue

etched love

upon her heart of gold.
I want to touch my fingertips
To the center of the brim of your cap
And run them along the edge
One hand in each direction
Until the stiff peak gives way to soft fabric.

I will gently slide my fingers
Under the edge of your cap
Until it lifts off your head
So that I can toss it behind you
To be forgotten about.

I will trace your jawline
While you say things
In that honeyed, gravely voice of yours
Only it's not quite gravel- not that harsh
More akin with rough sand.

Then you will smile
And your teeth will shine white against your tan skin
While your eyes crinkle and laugh
And I will fall, sinking into their pool
Of warm, caramel coffee.

You will find my hand with yours
And interlock your fingers with mine
Holding them both to your chest
Your hands are large, rough, and strong
You only hold my hand, but my body is paralyzed
2012
I caressed your face in a picture of you
with fingertips wanting to know
how the light fills your eyes.  
Immediately my fascination turned
into a rushing drive
held perfectly in the middle
of where your heart touches the warmth
of all my memories.

These thoughts alone gather
to capture the moon,
can you not see me wrapped
in continuous seasons
when I walk under the same sky
above where you sit?
My mind wanders and I close my eyes,
wishing you were here,
my fingertips find your picture,
caress your lips.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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