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 May 2015 stéphane noir
Chris
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Clear mountain streams rush
in waterfall seduction
flowing desires upon perfect *******,
shimmering on dewdrop shoulders,
saturating lips embraced,
glistening skin bared to a bashful sky
neath aquamarine dreams
where we bathe
drenched in the cascading love
*of one another
This is a repost
Yesterday, she caught her curves
in the center of her palms.
She cuddled the skin
and coddled the effort
that she put in
to make it shrink
but she still thinks
it made no difference.

© Matthew Harlovic
About this time every year the flowers start to bloom and the thought of you starts to pop up in my head again.
I can not even look at lilac trees the same.
You once told me I was beautiful like a lilac tree.
It sounds silly and I know but those words are forever graved into a little chalk board in my brain.
Little did you know they were going  to haunt me like a sour after taste as I watch mine grown in my front yard.
 May 2015 stéphane noir
megan
what's one more
to an endless night -
my heart is broken, right down
to the core.
i might end it all, i might
i might i might
Well I used to write
When I just couldn't fight
All the things wrapped inside
My cluttered, scattered mind
Feelings and thoughts
That just brought
All those bad, strained memories
Back to remind me of real life bad dreams

But that's old news
Things that I went through
Things I've given up
Will always be enough
Long as I have the one I need
Just so we won't bleed
Over the dreams in the night
When I used to write

       - A. David Barrett
Since the day we first met
you were a glittering gem to my eyes;
Your cool sense of ease,
that air of mystery.
Or even the music that shaped your life
as you just sat and stared at the skies.

Times came and went,
and I had my fair share of heart break,
but in that moment when I needed you the most,
You lit up my world like the cigarettes you smoke,
And I couldn't have been more grateful for that move you made
At 4am on a Saturday.

Since then both our worlds have begun to unfold
And weave a new pattern- one that's colourful and bold.
The different threads intertwining like our legs
At the foot of your bed.

We're like two puzzle pieces affected by twisted fate,
Stuck outside heavens pearly white gates.
But I can get by with the thought of you
Telling me I was your favourite thing to do
As we laid down,
Oblivious that we were now one,
Instead of two.
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