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 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
nivek
detached from all emotional ties
but never from living
which is loving in solitude

its greatest blessing
may well be the sacrifice
already made

the loss of physical company
of relations and friends
this side of the grave.
youre slowly putting a band-aid on my heart
now im just waiting for you to rip it off when im not looking
your sweet touch lingers in the memory of my skin
tiny pinholes of pleasure gasping for breath
the hardness of you pressed warmly against the hollows
the sheath laid to the floor
no barriers
all guards let down
acceptance of the inevitable
as you drink deep, what is offered so willingly
after a hard fought battle
pleasures escape from your lips lies caress my soul
and mark my heart for disaster
and in the warm panic of approaching ******
all confessions obtained by blunt and assertive force have been wrenched away from this guarded heart,
and yet nothing but the mechanics of your lips and fingertips linger
the warmth swept away by the cold resolution in piercing eyes now
rolled into cold disregard
and deadly ice sets upon blunt trauma shattered by the inevitable truth
the years fall away as a game of love versus lust is thrown to the dogs
and I exquisitely and completely assassinated by love,
one sweet blow at a time.
you get what you believe you wanted only to get what you really asked for. a right hook is the best defence of a left jab.
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Gladys P
In my voluminous botanical garden
Sits a vegetation, of luxuriant foliage
Gently dancing in the wind
As a yellow canary sings lyrical notes
Fluttering freely, leaving me with a grin

Aiming beautifully, when capturing the essence
From one bud to the other
And nothing could compare
As he lingers graciously
Quite lovely, as I stare

Upon the richness, of the light blue skies
An unforgettable scenery
With clouds in puffs of snow
As the sun slightly peeks
And my heart, thy certainly stole
When darkness was an ocean
you taught me how to sink.
Constantly here
but never at my current location
galaxies away in my mind's endless space
lost
with no intent to be found
acknowledging your absence
but refusing to excuse it
physically,
everything's fine
inside, rage the emotional bruises
yeah, you're beautiful
you're a dying star
you're just burning up

knowing
doesn't make you
wise
surviving
doesn't make you
brave
what makes
the man
are the things
he'll never quite
be

yeah, you're beautiful
you're a dying star
you're just burning up

loving
doesn't make you
kind
honesty
doesn't make you
true
what would've
made the difference
are the things
you'd never
do

yeah, you're beautiful
that's all you are
it's all you are.
I wrote this little bit this morning while watching BBC. :)
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