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Jun 2019
I tried to deny the feelings
that I had for him, the long
moments standing in the
rain, allowing the beating
rhythms to sift inside my heart,
let its existence remind me
that I had to let go of the
whirling derivatives, to
cleanse my mind from the
ties that confined me
into dangerous dimensions.
But his love was too great
for me to walk away.  I could
feel his breath rising over me
with ease freezing upon my flesh
as I fell into his web of flaming
passion, brown eyes staring
within my vessel, brightening
the crevices of my creation,
his dark dreads a dimension
of various depths taking me
places I could only imagine
existed inside my dreams,
his drumbeating trombone
bringing me to a destination
of flawless fascinations.  
I wasn’t in love with him
Anymore.  I was in love
with him again and again
as I tried to block every
meaningless diction outside
my head, the scrambled
mazes trying to convince
me that his flame was
all that I needed to live
another day, the broken
bottles scattered across
the floor – it’s blurred
depiction a longing I
could not erase from
my heart.  And as I stood
in the kitchen staring
at the falling rain pounding
against my windowpane,
it’s damaged sounds running
through my veins, each shattered
vowel breaking me down piece
by piece, reminding me that
as much as I wanted to run in
the shadows, his love would
always find me and bring
my soul back into his domain.
Travis Green
Written by
Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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     Melanie and Bogdan Dragos
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