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My eyes were yours,
Lost in sight of sky,

My lips were yours,
Drowns in flight of eye,

My flesh was yours,
Waiting to be conquered,

My heart was yours,
True beating, forevermore.
I had too much,
Swirling in a bar,
Swells after swalley,
My girlfriends gone
And I, lost, alone with
Familiar strangers.

They circled me,
Paddling, soles holey,
Rafting under rafters,
My red hair drawing
Them in, motley moths
To a flame, locks lit by ****
And glinting with flit of glass
In peat drub smoking pub.

One brave soldier, sailed
On over and our glaze eyes
Danced, deftly avoided any
Glance as we swayed, silent,
His breath was dank, of sea,
Moist and salty on raw flesh,
I could nae help but wake from
Dream by the scent of only you,
But it wasn't you dreamful laddie,
In shelled ears some brigand shot,
Sprayed a cold loss awakening,
His words, nothings, oak aged,
I felt loudly drowning, caught
In a corner of rusted, hulled
Ship now sinking, he threw
Himself a line and I saved
My soul, a life preserved
By a leaving, breaching
Heavy waves, bobbing
Into the out of doors.
lynnia hans May 2016
how longer can i sleep these nights without you
the pain that churns & bubbles in my heart
tears streaming & burning ever so slightly down my face fearing that we will be forever apart
i wish to listen to your sighs & moans of assurance your chuckling laugh to quieten my fears
hoping that forever we can be together throughout the coming years.
lynnia hans Apr 2016
missing your touch,
needing your desire,
quenching the thirst that needs to be quelled
shivering hands needing comfort
my body aches for you
thrashing about in ecstasy as i think of you
your brimming dark hazel amber eyes entrance me into a drunken state of ****** stupor
as your body & voice ravishes me to the highest heights.
Brent Kincaid Mar 2016
Did you miss me when you left?
You can trust that I missed you.
I wish you hadn’t moved away
But maybe it was best for you.
Nobody wants to be a warden
Holding you against your will.
I opened my hand, you flew away.
But, remember, I love you still.

Did you miss the time we had
Sitting together at end of day?
Do you miss the jokes we shared
And the funny things we’d say?
Are this uncomfortable for you?
Have you, even once, awakened sad
Missing the closeness and love
The special bond we knew we had?

Are there many times in a day
You wish you could take it all back
And come back home here to me?
So, why not go ahead and pack?
Your half of the bed is still there
You pillow still has your cologne.
There is no reason either of us
Should continue to live alone.

I understand what happened
Nobody likes a ball and chain
Weighing them down every day.
It’s a silent but deadly kind of pain.
So, I have learned from what I was
And have become a lighter weight.
Come back home, let’s start again.
And this time, we’ll make it great.
Cup Noodles Feb 2016
I think by now
I have already written more words
On a thin piece of paper
Than I have spoken to you
Ever since November
i wait in Skye
with eyes singular
nil feet in tides
my mind in rapture
when you do come
i shall be got hearing
lost in knotty shell
under the stars crying

i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found


with tides who *****
where invisible birds
break to the shores
in blackness of hope
lunge for dearest light
that opens in dream
real as my not body
waiting to be held

*i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found
Kind boys,
Others I have known,
Come to me with glee,
Not like you,
With eyes that do quarrel
And suit me so unsuiting,
My skin bared.

Kind lads,
Complement my ginger hair,
My eyes, green as May grass,
Not like you,
Brazen lad so tall and stark,
With eyes blue as sheer cold,
My flesh shivers.

Kind souls,
Wish to court me and understand
Why my eyes askance are waiting,
Wishing for you,
Something unbridled in dark wilds,
A call of the glens to my blood only,
My insides craving.
P Venugopal Dec 2015
For days it was as if I never existed.
You have flung me out of your world
like a wilted flower from your vase.

I have treasured our unuttered pledges—
rising with your name as a prayer on my lips,
breathing the morning breeze,
marveling,
oh God, isn’t this the same fragrance my dear one breathes!

I waited beneath your window last night,
heart aflutter under the moon,
for a rustle at the curtain,
a fleeting glimpse of your shadow...

Throughout you kept it shut.
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