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my face is shaped like a miracle
my voice sounds like pouring coffee
my touch feels like melted chocolate
my hair smells like all of your ex girlfriends rolled in one
my skin tastes like new beginnings
new beginnings
neth jones Aug 13
101
upon urinating                
                          in a lampless alleyway
my body cools                
       and i note
                                             the night summer wind
a pleasure
i recall the senses                
              of summers previous
Rough date of event - end of July
Zywa Aug 8
All my life it is

mysterious that I think --


with all my body.
Collection "Being"
Clarissa Jun 19
Tears falling from her lifeless eyes
Their salty taste

Rain drops falling from silvery sky
Their tiny shape

Tears falling down her alabaster cheeks
In their own rhythm

Rain drops falling from colourless sky
Tapping so evenly

Putting out her shaking hand
Water so delicate

Tears falling down her face
Rain drops falling from the sky

Isn’t it wonderful to have
Such company in despair…
Zywa Jun 7
I see, hear, feel, smell

and ******* thoughts: I herd them –


and I am happy.
“Sou um guardador de rebanhos” (“I am a herd keeper”, 1925, Alberto Caeiro [Fernando Pessoa] )

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Dark Dream May 6
Hidden things

obvious
To opened eyes

Pathways not taken
missed
Freeways of thought

Caressing the hand
seduction
When starving
Tickled breezes
intoxicating

A tornado of scent
The taste of life

opening
Minds for experience

listen for your bravery
Dark Dream May 2
My eyes are tired
Of seeing
what I don’t want to see

And these ears
Don’t want to hear
those same words of waver

It reaches my nose
That smell
of something not quite right

For my lips
Are dry
from never tasting nectar

But these hands
Stay warm
as the heart in which they belong
TomDoubty Apr 18
Rhythmic
Tearing
Cow on grass
Settling rooks
Cross sky
All around
Sound playing
Scent
On wind
Descending
Sun
Gold leafing
The horizon
Obscuration
Veiling arc
And furrow
Crop
And shadow
Poplar lined
Fields below
Quiet here
Above
A moment
Passes
Contrast sharpens
Trees recede
Into darkness
Sun bleeds
Into Earth
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