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feeling small is sacred
when my head rests against Your warm chest
and i can hear Your heartbeat slow
as You begin to fall asleep in my arms

feeling small is sacred
when i feel Your lips against my forehead
Your warm hands cradling my face
Your smile against my cheek

feeling small is sacred
when i see Your eyes, illuminated by the warm morning sun coming in through Your bedroom window
not only the brilliant colors
but the depth of the soul within as well

feeling small is sacred
when i hear my own name in Your mouth
it sounds worthy of the warm love with which You pronounced it
and i almost want to ask You to say it again
just so i can hear it

when one is cared for
when one is held
when one is loved
the way You have me
feeling small is sacred
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2021
~
A fire built within

We come together
we break apart

A wind that blows past
and does not return

Carnival of light
moving colors
in the overcurrent

Where is heaven above?

You'll only hear
the hummingbird
skyward bound

Before finally combusting
somewhere in
the upper atmosphere

The resulting cloud
is probably still up there
— more proof that it pays
to shoot for the stars

~
Zywa Nov 2021
Air: always moving,

whether you listen or not --


your ears will vibrate.
"Solo VIII - Air" (2016, Claudio F. Baroni)

Collection "org anp ark" #176
Zywa Nov 2021
The ***** pops up

from the woods, raises her snout --


and runs off swiftly.
"Il guardiano della collina dei ciliegi" ("The guardian of the hill of cherry trees", 2019, Franco Faggiani) --- Collection "Stream"
Zywa Nov 2021
A swelling clamour,

I hear it with my dream-ears --


they're never asleep.
Collection "NightWatch"
Benny Oct 2021
Pacing around the house
The voice in my head shouts
Round n round in circles
Everything feels universal

Am I manic?
Is this panic?
Am I hyper?
I cannot decipher

Why can’t I just ******* chill
My mind won’t let me sit still
All sensations heightened
I hear a bang, I’m frightened

Smoke your flower, draw it deep
Feel the smoke hit your lungs
The people around you cannot sleep
The sounds they make, are they speaking in tongues?
13.08.21
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
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