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Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2016
I can't sleep.
3 a.m. crawls into bed
next to me,
weighing down the sheets.
Its prying fingers ****
my eyes and pull me
away from tender dreams.
I lay until the earth ticks
and rolls over,
watching as streetlights
become a sun that peaks.
I'm over the edge of the world
lost in thought,
and my soul feels heavy.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2016
I was jealous of
jade green oceans,
and the way they dance
when the sunlight hits
them just right.
Or, how I've ached
to wear a shade unbroken,
like the clear blue morning
with its cloudless skies.
I've even dreamed of dressing
in that cold steel gray,
that makes you want to stay
on those lonely rainy nights.
But, I've come to embrace
my amber sands,
that pull you in like the warmth
of the sun at noontime.
Only can my brown eyes
blossom and burst,
like the earth,
so tender and soft
after the storms subside.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2016
You slip over me
like a velvet dream
that drives my senses
into dizzy circles,
as you remember
what it is like
to hold me.
I am caught inside
your tender grip,
as you allow yourself to seep
into parts of me
that have missed
your existence.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2016
Like the sand that slips
from tired hands and
sinks beneath my feet,
you stick between my toes,
caught in a way that
irritates me.
Until I am swept off in waves
that can rid you from my keep;
I am letting you go slowly.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2016
You say you see
comets in my eyes.
They spark to life
and quickly die
like the light that
used to ignite
inside my chest.
A starshine fire that
would burn at the edges
of a darkness that seeps
through the cracks of
my atmospheric breaths.
My lungs collapse like
planets that come to rest
in the black hole that grows
inside my heart;
what I once could love,
falls apart.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2016
Temptation guides your
drunken exploration
of my silk surface;
as eager fingertips
graze my thighs
and hips.
Like a river,
I unfold
for your thirsty lips;
as your craving grows
to drink up every bit.
I’m a fine wine that
stains your kiss.
A loving reminder
you wear with
coffee and breakfast.
Roxxanna Kurtz Jun 2016
Your words break my grip
as I feel myself slip
under the waters of
my irrational mind.
Time is slowly stripped
from my consciousness
as my lungs fill with
a warmth that numbs
my senses blind.
Bit by bit, you fade
from existence,
your words falling into the abyss
of the distance between
your eyes and mine;
and I'm lost inside.
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