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This was the temptation:
to rub the I against the you,
our thought against its images.
To feel.

We were there before, you remember,
without mother or father, without navel,
marked only by the first cut.
Free of weight, measurement, destruction
we wandered inside each other, dreamt worlds,
lived.
But the stakes were too low,

the risk — only a game.
Desire was action,
instantly complete.
And that’s the way (remember?) we got here too:
by a single desire,
by a glance.

And now we’re here, in the viscous air,
rubbing this in, with effort —
every single sensation, every meeting.
Our suns rise and set,
our worlds get old,
but here:
suddenly we find
a new wrinkle in our soul,
and this — is for real. It’s real. Finally
we can lose, destroy,
finally we are alive.
For a moment
we can even die.

Amir Or, from *Let's speak you
 Aug 2015 Ricci Moon ScottBCM
Meg
i'm too

shy

to tell you

how i feel



so i'll

hide

behind timid smiles

and soft hellos



i'm afraid

that if i ask you

"what do you think of me?"

your reply will be



*"i don't."
 Aug 2015 Ricci Moon ScottBCM
Meg
She loved storms
Power whirling around her
The sheer force of nature's rage
Every atom in the air charged with tension
Wild
Untamed
Full of reckless, unpredictable life
Thunder that made it sound as if the heavens were to splinter apart above her
Lightning that cracks the charred and blackened sky
Sunlight struggling to get through
But there will be no sunlight in this storm
Rain lashes down
Torrential
Unforgiving
The brutal power raging all around her
As if it were a living being
Uncontrollable
Fierce
She loved the power it gave her.
Out there in the fury of nature
Daring the world to go ahead;
Do your worst;
Bring it on.

No thing had a shadow
For we are all in one great shadow,
Are we not?

She loved storms because they reminded her that sometimes

*Even the sky breaks
Sorry this is so long. It kind of got away from me.
 Aug 2015 Ricci Moon ScottBCM
Meg
"Perfection,"
You said,
"Is simply unachievable."
I used to think that was true.
Although
You seem to have
Changed
My
Mind.
 Aug 2015 Ricci Moon ScottBCM
Meg
You tell me that I'm beautiful.
That I'm "simply amazing."
That I'm adorable.

You tell me about the universe.
About perfection.
About society.

You tell me all these things;
A hushed whisper in the darkness of my mind.
Compliments and poetry mumbled in a groggy, half-asleep voice.

I like listening to your voice.
I like hearing you rant passionately about life.
I like hearing my name on your lips.

I wonder why you even bother talking to me.
Why I'm even worth your time.
Why I'm different.

You say I'm
Simply
Amazing.


Yet you are
*Simply
Unattainable.
Sorry for ******* everything up.
 Aug 2015 Ricci Moon ScottBCM
Meg
I wonder
How you managed
To slip so easily
Into my heart.
In a matter of days, minutes, seconds,
Who knows?
My head tells me,
"Are you blind?"
My heart tells me,
*"I've never seen the world more clearly."
Aaaaand this is the third poem I've written on the same topic. Whoops.
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