I forgot what you smelled like
The way your perfume
Followed like a shadow
Engulfing rooms
Fields of random flowers
Blossoming in my nose

I forgot what you looked like
Long hair covering sparkling eyes
Trying to hide the beauty
That keeps breaking your heart
Only finding comfort in buttered hands

I forgot what you taste like
Gentle lips dressed with cherry lip balm
Slipping away
Every time I immerse myself in memory
I wonder what you taste like now
A million miles away

I forgot how you felt
Soft skin of silken desire
Gentle not to hold you too tight
Fragile frame I towered over
You were a perfect sculpture
I couldn’t hold on to forever

I forgot what you sound like
A recipe of lullaby’s and similes
Sass, humor, life flowing in harmony
Your giggle precious as angel choirs
Voice of piercing softness
Silencing demons for only the hours we talked

I forgot what it was like
To remember everything about you
And now my memory fades to black
A silhouette remains
Maybe I’ll see you again
In this life or the next
To refresh my lost senses
Loved Up

I need no eyes to see your beauty.
I need no nose to smell your scent.
For I already know your body,
As it is pictured inside my head.

You smelt so good the first time we met
To look at you is to view a Goddess.
I willingly worship your body for it is Heaven sent.
I shall never forget your loving caress.

Your face is branded on my heart
And my soul is in your hands.
My woman I may not be there with you now,
But you are with me, always on my mind.

You quench my thirst for lust, I fill you up
And I shall always remember your touch.
Your kiss is bliss, your breasts are the best
And my thoughts towards you I could never confess.
For blue they would be
And green with envy would be the priest,
If I told him what I thought and what you let me feel.

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Skye 3d
I am stained with your colour;
Royal purple and blinding white.
I am smothered by your scent;
Marlboro cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
I am lost in your words;
Mellifluous syllables and sage proverbs.

You must be a sorcerer, for I have been bewitched.
You roam through my mind, casting hexes as you go;
I see you walk with that charming little gait of yours.
The memory of your face is hypnotising, infatuating;
Perhaps I have been cursed, but I hope this necromancy lasts forever.
Did I make the right choice?
brooklyn, new york
is not just a place

brooklyn, new york
is sunshine caught in sandy blonde hair
it is the light dusting of eyelashes
it is a pair of deep, hypnotising blue irises
it is a warm smile and a pair of strong arms

brooklyn, new york
is morning kisses across the cheek
it is the smell of sweet syrup on pancakes
it is the sound of 70s music in the background
it is the taste of vanilla ice cream from a tub
it is the feeling of a smooth bubble bath against your skin
it is the view of earthy undertones wherever you turn

brooklyn, new york
is my lover's embrace.
Mary Frances Aug 8
Do you know what I miss?

I miss the gentle smile that was for me,
the lingering looks with blushing cheeks,
the feather-like touch that revved up my senses,
the soft whispers full of affection.

ANu Aug 8
I think in poems,
drink deep sounds,
smell bright colors,
untie the bound.

I touch the notes...
they ripple in the air.
Taste the pain .....
no qualms no care.

I orchestrate a silent fugue,
two voices never heard.
Pen it all inside my book
then read it to my bird.
Jo Barber Jul 26
If the work breaks your back,
then laying down shall be all the sweeter.
And if the noise deafens your ears,
then listen for what cannot be said.
If your skin grows raw from the sun,
make all your touches light and gentle.
If the food tastes of filth,
find joy instead in the fullness of your belly.
If the air is polluted with cigarettes and gas,
then plant a flower to fill your nose with sweetness.

If you find yourself alone,
just focus on finding yourself first.
If you are unable to live for yourself,
live for others.
MicMag Jul 24
I've witnessed a beauty
I can't describe
That speaks to my soul
As it swims through my eyes
The silent sounds
Sneak into my mind
The taste lingers on
Leaving sweetness behind
The scent creeps up
To slowly remind
Of the touch that once felt
Makes all else fade
Til only your beauty
Pure beauty remains

There's nothing else
Your beauty remains
Old found poem.
Brought me a *sense* of nostalgia.
Daniel Jul 24
The lull of a restless night relieves my senses
It's monotone silence maintains my breath
The cold night breeze enters through an open window
It whispers soft tunes and attempts to put me to sleep
The humming of an exhausted laptop helps me decompress
It distracts me from thinking about my past
As the night goes on it starts to rain
It comforts my senses and cleanses my pain
This time-worn house cracks and creaks
It talks of troubled times and how it came to be
This place I call home proves i’m never alone
And it's always there to support me
3rd poem. Enjoy :)
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