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Let me be your wind,
That will bring soft fragrance,
A gentle scent to make you blind,
Sent with love from my old France.

Let me be your gentle breeze,
To haunt your brittle sleep
And when I turn elusive
Sail on and never leave the ship.
You can use your knife
To slice me in a million sighs,
Chain tears to my life,
Hold my breath with your rhymes,
Sweet Darling, just think of
what's next : you'll multiply my love.
Influenced by the Moon,
You push me offshore,
You swap to a different mood,
You applause for a last encore.
I comply, I am your slave,
To you, forever I am tied,
'Cause I am a loving wave,
Prisoner of your tide.
Across the ocean,
Your words,
Question marks in my mind.
Your voice,
Sensual roller coaster.
Your smile,
Rainbow in my sky.
Your giggles,
Waterfall in my ears.
Your arrows,
Open wounds in my heart.
Your angel face
Haunts my sleepless night.
Your eyes,
Locked in my eyes.
Your love,
Denied but who ever knows.
You,
Forever in me.
Every morning, a dose of your poetry,
Pink sky, dancing rainbows.
You're on trip, I'm in withdrawal,
Dark horizon, creeping sorrows.
Stay close, sweet Darling,
'Cause you are my ******.
the sun is always shining
i create the rain
drowning in dark water
deluging thunderstorms

i obstruct the view
twisting tourniquet
shutting off the glow
fatality is sure

take flight in hurricanes
live in the twister’s path
cyclone is my choice
whirling to my death

the sun is always shining
afraid it’s far too bright
for me to grasp my power
and know that i am light


©2016janetaylor
you probably sat down on the bowl with a relief
now your **** is touching all kinds of butts whoever had the same problem
but this doesn't even matter for you are about to give birth to your worst child

oh
you better finish this quick
for it brings **** tons of shame

now you just made a splash
it might be your dead baby getting thrown into the lake
or
something else like
your pride and dignity

but don't worry this isn't the worst part

after all the hard work
after all the shame you went through
now you have to let it go

flush.
this might be a love poem
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