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 Apr 2017 Alan Brown
zahraa
i can only imagine
the lazy drip of affection in your voice
when you tell me you love me
at ungodly hours
with my skin
against yours

i can only imagine
the softness of your touch
lulling me to sleep
and stirring me out of it
twining your fingers
with mine

i can only imagine
the goosebumps on your skin
the electricity in my veins
when our lips meet
time and time
again
my serious long distance rship really stimulated my imagination and i found my mind wandering more often than usual
 Apr 2017 Alan Brown
Josie
Mystery man at the library
I see how your eyes smiled at me
Wondering what your story might be and
How did you end up working in a library?
My nose in a book as you pass by me
You arise my curiosity
That awakens my sensuosity
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her smile burst like bubble gum
her cheeks smell as queen of the night
her face glow like the morning sun
o my sweet child, you entwined me like Jasmine

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
Jawahar Gupta : my lovely sweet child, Jasmine , good night Yasaman Johari

Yasaman Johari : good night my kind grandfather,,,Jasmines will kiss your beautiful heart,,, :-)
Jasmine loves you so much my kind grandfather
 Apr 2017 Alan Brown
Dead Account
A ring of natural perfume is adorned on you neck
like the sweet dew of April mornings.

Chains of daisies and dandelions,
which hold a thousand wishes each,
connects like bonds created by
you and me.

Let my hair fall
and inhale comforting bliss
while exhaling bothersome regrets.

Watch the sun kiss the earth goodnight
as it lets the sky open
to glittering stars.

None are capable of outshining the twinkle in your eye
or the shine of those soft lips.

None can compare to you,
an April diamond,
flawless and perfect to many

Smooth edges and clear soul,
a birthstone destines to resonate
within the heart, soul, and mind.
I thought it was a wonderful topic chosen, so I decided to comply and add to the growing community of poems.
 Apr 2017 Alan Brown
Dead Account
Ink crawling on aged paper
With tales and stories able to
Take you away from this
Problematic world.

Under your fingerprint lies the
Feel of countless emotions and ideas
Blessed by imagination.

Sweet aroma fills your lungs with a
Breath of crisp pages and
Sacred smoke from an eternal flame of inspiration.

Stains from shed tears caused by
Moments of bittersweet.

United as one with the names
Printed on a page.

Are their emotions mine too?
For they have become a
Key to a door of escape -

Escape from reality.
 Apr 2017 Alan Brown
Bailey King
The dusty colours,

Lure my eyes to the deep void,

Where deathly eyes lurk.
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