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 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Jack
Your heart was the seed,
your love is my flower
my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense
I feel ever so lonely
Looks like theres just me and me
no body else to interact
my social skills begin to lack
their true nature, I can no longer sleep
I can't remember how to swim in the deep
ocean or even a swimming pool
I try to act as if I'm cool
but who am I to impress?
When theres just me in a summertime dress
with make up and mascara, don't forget eyeliner
I go to the old time diner
down the road and to the left
then I meet you...but... youre deaf
how are we to interact when you cant hear?
My crackly, old voice inched with fear
and happiness that I found someone
but youre a girl and we'll never have children
What are we to do?
when theres just me and you?
There's no one in the world
except for two lonely girls...
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
DESIRE
New life going to be
New memories in future to be
New minutes going to live
New seconds in future to be

Lived in space,
Where no one was for me
And, I was for others

This going to be newness is scary
This going to be newness is blur in light
This going to be newness is motionless in pace

Nothing can be seen
Nothing can be guessed
Nothing can be said

Past doesn't want to hurt present
He wants present to make new life now
And gradually, he wants to move on to present

Cant see present without  past
Present wants to see future
And future wants to let go of past

Nothing can be left
Neither past nor future
And present in confused

In this confusion-
New life going to be
New memories in future to be
New minutes going to live
New seconds in future to be
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Audrey
Gone
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Audrey
Gone.
G-O-N-E,
Four letters that represent the hurt
In me,
Cold cold rain , don't care if it don't feel so nice
When everything it touches
Is already made of ice
You left me empty,
An abandoned house on a sketchy corner,
Cracked sidewalks running down the boulevards of
My heart
Gone,
And my life ain't ever coming back.
Oh, stand me on a pedestal,
I'm made of marble, pale and smooth,
I won't break when you drop me - ha!
That's a lie, just like the tears in your eyes
When you said goodbye - gone.
If you don't want me to go,
don't push me away.
If you don't want me to stay,
don't pull me closer.
If you don't want to remember,
don't ask me to explain.
Tell me to leave
only after you've held me close.
Tell me you hate me
only after you've stolen a kiss.
Tell me you're sorry
only after you've left bruises.

Tell me you love me
and I'll stay.
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