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I remember.
Sweaty palms,  
Cherry bombs,
Sunday Psalms,
Your whoopin’s mom.
And I remember you...

Summer breeze,
Swaying trees,
Trembling knees,
Friday tease,  
Searching so
desperately.  
I remember you...

Do you feel the rain?
Yesterday’s rain.  
Yesterday’s rain.

You...
Met you cussin’
on the old bus,  
Lovely and delicious,  
Sketchy and suspicious.  
You - addictive and contagious…

Hoping you would notice.
Know this,
I remember you...

You..,
Thinking I’s a wise guy,  
Beautiful and wide eyed,
Giving me the side eyes,  
Wearing faded tie dye,
Ripping on your side
guy.    
I remember you...

Do you feel the rain?
Yesterday’s rain.  
Yesterday’s rain.  

I was really reckless.  
You were simply luscious,  
I could not resist us.  
I think you
stole my necklace.

Know this,
I fell in love
with you.  

I got your number, baby.
Dancing in the summer baby.  

But, you -
not falling
too...

Do you feel the rain?
With love there is
no justice.  
Just this
pain.  
And yesterday’s rain.  
Dancing in
yesterday’s rain.  

Yesterday’s rain.  
Yesterday’s rain.  
How, I fell in love
With you.
This song is best listened to - not read.

Music Video - https://youtu.be/vtVHcRGWLLI?si=yVcLnf_sMqjdUg3S

Also on Spotify.
Steve Souza Jul 2
DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING
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BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL
BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL
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Silly visual 'poem' inspired by a recent trip to a salad bar and how unhealthy  dominates.
Steve Souza Jun 25
From scattered
grains of sand,
dunes arise.

And from a single seed,
forests grow.

Neurons fire,
blind to the
symphonies they sing.

Droplets form rivers
with no single drop
Aware.

And your touch
ripples silence
into storm
Steve Souza Jun 25
Sun-blanketed sheets,
a crumpled map of us,
our bodies
a single braid
beneath.

Yesterday’s coffee
- cold -
but still enough.

Dust waltzing
in the slanted light,
each one
a tiny planet
taking flight.

Your breath,
a slow rhythm
on my skin,
quieting all within.

No need for words,
no need to see—
just this
slow
breathing
symphony.
Steve Souza Jun 16
The morning melts
like sugar
into first light's
pour.

Your touch
lingers
like
honey,
And your breath
plays me
like your favorite
song.

Behind your eyes
silence,
caught in glass.

No need for words,
no need to see—
just this
slow
breathing
symphony.
Steve Souza Jun 12
like the things
that you said
(A short poem/mantra of self-love and hope for all on hellopoetry that are going through difficult times. You matter!)
Steve Souza Jun 12
I ever was
but tomorrow
more
(A short poem/mantra of self-love and hope for all on hellopoetry that are going through difficult times. You matter!)
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