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The Vault Sep 18
How lovely the clouds look
From the ground below
Painting the world in darkness
Such a beauty to behold.

It is so weird
How this is my life
How I am alive in all this
And get to change my fate

But death will come
And somehow curiosity
Is in my skin
Of what happens
After my heart stops beating
Johnny walker Jul 13
Many times at night when I was unable to sleep laid watching my wife whilst she slept totally unaware I was watching or even
there
A ray light cast from a full  moon shone through a gap In our bedroom curtain that bathed her naked body In soothing l
light
My head resting on my arm as I laid watching the
the gentle rise and fall of her lovely breast with the sweetness of every
breath
She then turnef on her side and then I'd gently snuggle In my body fitting like a glove perfectly Into the loverly curves of her nakedness
To feel her warmth a glow radiating from the natural curves of her beautiful naked body that wonderful perfume
I would feel my excitement
pressing hard against her bare flesh there upon she wake feeling my excitement pressed so hard against
her
She would turn over on her back then grabbing and kissing me with oh so much passion I would then caress her soft but firm breast
taking her excited stiffening ******* gently between my lips tweak them with my fingers tips she would open up to
me
I would enter her and we would make crazy mad  passionate love to each other exploring our bodies each others
fantasies and
desires
we would collapse Into In heap of pure pleasure bodies glistening damp then drift off to sleep wrapped In each other loving  arms and fall
to peaceful
dreams
Aubrey May 29
hello.
i need to vent.
today i got my second heartbreak.
i don’t believe in a lot of things..
things that may surprise you.
but when they become a cheater and a liar
and you’re the one who gets hurt.
it *****.
it’s  been a while for me.
two years since i’ve felt this.
‪and finding out you’ve been fooled/ ****** around on for so many months makes you feel like you don’t even know yourself.
my heart is broke. ‬
‪i’m sorry ‬
‪i don’t have any reason to be ‬
‪but i’m sorry, my heart hurts. ‬
i don’t believe in looking through someone else’s phone.
and yours is never around.
i felt something was up every time you say your phone is missing
but tonight i found yours
and i sent a message
but the message never popped up.
just like today when i told you to fix that.
and you yelled at me that it was always like that.
i’m no victim, i will never act like a victim.
i am calm, I'm okay.
but when i told you to unlock your phone
and i watched you delete her conversation
my heart ******* shattered
it cracked so hard i felt it as my knees couldn’t hold my weight no longer.
i’m so torn.
why do i still love you?
your “ex wife”
why do i feel like i’m laying with her every night..
i’m sorry.
i say that a lot,
i’m scared.
but i’m sorry Aubrey for letting this happen again.
i’m sorry for letting me down.
i’m sorry.
i never want to see your face again.
i never want to hear from you again.
my words are not that important
and clearly i wasn’t that important
but my heart is sad anyway.
i wish you true happiness.
i’m sorry you couldn’t be it.
i’m sorry for your loss.
A.
i’ll never love again.
making love with no love
(kissed her with his freedom)

<•>

a new person in an overnight stay in a strange,
aptly named,
bed and breakfast

and

you do all the same things that just feel good, careless loving
that comes from practiced renewable remembering,
kiss her neck for hours, drink in her crescendoing cooing

rename her Appalachia, bemused, wondering why,
she gasp-asks, when your tongue traces her odyssey body
from her Georgia to her Maine, then no need to explain

it all feels familiarly strange, imbalanced, shaky, loving the thrill
of your first solo bike ride, an invisible hand letting go,
the wow of walking the line of new freedom and
old responsibility that you have walked on both coasts

carry on, love is coming to us all lyric, enacted-recalled,
loving yet another
long cool woman in a black dress with unquestioning

how to explain to her, how to yourself, loving with no loving,
and the best you can stammer is it is like writing a poem
with too many commas or none at all

she laughs you up with one mouth lingering,
then one amazing kiss on your heart
and nose,
grabs a piece of toast and gone girl,
then you are returned to alone, to the dreams that
may or may not have occurred and two hands overflowing with
too many commas
and none to keep
<•>


11-18–17 2:54am, somewhere
“kissed her with his freedom”
Cactus Tree by J. Mitchell
11/18/17 2:54am
there is no new, only renewal:
the space between brain and mind

the harder shell a skulking humanizing container,
the neuronic heart cells,
brain stem and heart bloodstream
scented/stented,
deny the newness of no new claim

the tower of ourselves built on the babble
of old images and read readings,
songs in seconds recognized by just the first two notes,
the point is this when do you become a grownup,
when new is but renewal, with a hint, a pinch,
of a new insight maybe recognized

now, how will you know me new when your eyes
search the iron bank cellar, where,
by voice deep, by fuzzy photographs, what tissues will connect
when the new sight knows me from too many old poems/songs?

!when the babies gather round for lifting up, sky scratching,
when the old man grand father, carries three upon his back,
a nonpareil horsey ride,
when the doorbell rings
I’m older than now, you’ll say,
read your wild mercury back pages,
taking the grays of our mutually curly
Medusa locks as a renewal gift offering
that will someday
match mine!
for any greek god or goddess you may happen to know
Erian May 27
You makin' me go
no no no no no
Zywa May 15
Under me are your hands warming
my buttocks, you knead and feel
whether they tighten already, we play

lipping and licking, with each other's
softest skin and postpone

to choose between feeling and
touching, or turning around
for both at the same time, we burn

inextinguishable love in our desire
I shiver, the window is wide open

it's too late for shame
by the neighbours or to get up
yes yes open me, the whole world

is vibrating in me, in all my cells
the symphony of my life
Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
ken not the
vive la différence!
entre les deux,
these two bed and head chambers,
for all poets are seducers,
regardless of ***, race, creed or color

when first we employ our working, yeoman vocabulary,
we plain start,
to relate but not to regale,
the whom we are,
hoping our moments unique,
will  breach the boundaries
of our collective commonality connectivity,
and find human receptivity

thus, the seduction of self commences

though every possible combination of words has somewhere been inscribed and committed, we ****** ourselves
(the seduction of poetry)
with potions of notions that we are and always be our
first, and now soon forever,
yours as well

of course, we are, it's true,
our very own first admirer & lover,
having conquered the hillock of self,
see the universe expanding and the
****** need to conceive
and prowess to please
beyond the beyond with
the poetry of seduction

do not want your body, heart or soul,
commitment, allegiance, vows,
sacred or profane,
all such in vain

crave your everything,
not even a legal nine-tenths satisfactory

dare not call me arrogant or presumptive,
gaze upon the mirror that cannot lie,
rereading thy words assemblage,
and deny to lie to yourself

want you, you want me,
my adoration,
we want to be in
a poem together,
lovers at the molecular level
where words dissected into letters, then again,
into guttural sounds where a simple outcry is an elegy,
a love poem, a wound, a denouement, a preface, a tear,
a welling, a heaving, a sigh, an exhalation, all,
an entrance to where the need for words
is long since past

the sin and crown of seduction completed,
unanimously

now breathe out
and then,
breathe in
The heart was busy
As he was in the party
Some were ding at the melody
Some were making chorus in the harmony

He thought that was great vacancy
Until he saw the girls who were beauty
He fell in busy
Who will his lover for long trip
He was out without coughing of love tip
He found her asking
For transporting at nearest road
When she took some pounds
Her hand was cold
Making his heart cold

Her smile was sad, but it was brilliant
Taking his heart out
Of the surrounding world
Burned it at a rosy world
Hearing the deathless sing
Of  smartest bird
Asking himself with amazing
What makes his heart get puzzled

When he waked up
He found her was disappeared
the party contains all kinds of people and all kinds of hearts. the important is not be deceived with the appearance
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