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Meggie Delaney Apr 2019
How gently the rains of your face fall upon me. How sweet the dew of each kiss. How nourishing your body. Your chest and torso, broken bread. Your scent coils and creeps from you and I, buried in your crevices, drink it in. The intimacy of kissing your curls and the delicacy of meeting your lips. They all fill me. Sustain me.
Thomas EG Apr 2019
I will love you tomorrow
I will love every bone in your body
And every hair on your head

You can paint them black today
But even when every single one has greyed
I will keep your secrets

And when you do give up,
I will not
I will love every part of you

Every mood that is brought
With successess and struggles
Every blemish that will flourish on your baby-soft skin

Forgive my hands for touching your face
I know that it's sensitive,
But also far too lovely

Still, they both shake every time
With fear of damaging your near-perfect fragility

And we all have our vices,
But your smile is my sunshine
It warms me in ways that I dare not try describe

It is so gentle, so kind
A look really can speak a thousand words

And your grin tells me that everything will be okay
So I think that we'll be okay

And I will love you tomorrow
Tomorrow and beyond x
A Simillacrum Apr 2019
Let me take your eyes, I'll
give you my teeth.
Who wants brown rot? You.
Wheat speckled emerald
rings encircle
obsidian space.
Just one of the things
                  I love about your face.

Out of the box, out of the realm,
she is heart to my sword and my helm.
Bowl of the bread, bowl on her head,
she permits me the grand privilege:

learning her will, learning her pain,
learning her joy and her disdain,
lines into dimples, lines into jowls,
lines of a smile and lines of a scowl.
lillium Apr 2019
don’t be gentle with her
she lives with the whirlwind in her mind
changes as the ocean hold her tight
the waves crashes her bones
filling her lungs
up to her throat
you see roses and thorns

don’t be gentle with her
she wear her mending hearts on her sleeve
shattering your walls as you cup her cheeks
cracking cold air while you kiss her lips
Lynx Apr 2019
Cold
Like ice
but not quite
Stiff
like stone
but not quite
life is gentle
that I know
now
more than ever
as another life passes me by
the same way a leaf blows in the wind
Someone in Dawa's discord requested I write a poem about death, so I did.
Find me in the cold of a storm,
hidden in the clouds.
Find me in the sound.

Find me in the peace of spring,
under the flower petal.
Find me in the settled.

Find me following your gaze,
in all of my confidence.
Find me in your precedence.

Find my touch, in your
thoughts, invading with care.
Find me there.
Inspiration from: "Find Me" by Stephen Roe.
Canis Latrans Mar 2019
"Do not worry I will be gentle," said the wolf.

"You mean to tell me, a beast as monstrous as you, is capable of mercy," said the traveler.

"No, not mercy," said the wolf. “Gentleness, there is a difference. I will devour you tenderly.”
Makayla Mar 2019
You shook my hand
And touched my soul
Burning my heart
And poisoning my skin
I don't know why you decided to shake my hand today before you left, let alone why the handshake was so weak and you were so gentle
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