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Jude Nugent Jun 2
Our life together
Will blossom like our love and
Grow infinitely
Janna B Apr 12
You’re paying homage to me
with your touch along my curves and edges.
With your golden, intense eyes.
With your kiss, your adoration.

This paid homage stirs me,
shakes out hidden grief,
reopens closed space,
unlocks dammed love.
Starts a new journey of ‘we’.

You’re paying homage to me,
aiming to reach me.
Intentionally, joyfully,
breaking down my
T Nov 2020
so call me tonight.
lets sing the songs of summer romances
and make plans we'll never follow through.
listen to me pluck the chords of this scratched up acoustic,
humming the lyrics that only i know apply to you.
letters to the new boy - pt1
Krista Feb 1
You came into my life slowly. Subtlety. Patiently.
All I can say is things blossomed between us.
The small bud opened up into a beautiful flower.
Soaking up the vibrate sunlight.
each day growing bigger and stronger.
Time passed and seasons changed.
The flower starts to wilt but not with weakness but with vulnerability and trust.
For it knows the sun will still shine and other flowers will bloom.
our hearts opened.
our minds grew with understanding and trust.
our souls soared.
Heart. Mind. Soul.
Steven Nov 2020
love is
for the exits:  
to split the atom,
divide the cell,
& break embrace,
so they may
find entry
in another.
Sacha Sep 2020
You’re down
an acceptable amount of pleasure
I close my eyes
I’m in the moment

I drift

I’m not here
It’s not you
Now I feel
The one that was before

I feel him
I smell him
I see the light
I hear the street

I miss your taste
Your thoughts
Your words
I miss the moments after

I’m back

Did you notice
I’ve been on autopilot?
lk ode Aug 2020
we pressed our scents
       into those unholy sheets
                                 like flowers
                                          in a book
lk ode Aug 2020
it’s only been a month
or two
but all has changed
since I met you
lk ode Aug 2020
you are a poem
that I can’t stop reading
over and over
I want to curl up
in the accidental prose
that pours from your lips
soft lips, beautiful lips
giving me an oxytocin high
you’ve given me a taste
of a lovely addiction
all gas, no breaks
more, more, more
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