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Immortality Sep 27
A whisper of breath,
skin brushes skin,
a touch lingers,
barely felt,
yet everything.
When I love you, without evening knowing who you are.................
snuf Sep 18
i used to like being alone
i really, really enjoyed certain things by myself
sometimes,
solitude was comforting.
but slowly i'm realizing i want you to be with me more and more.
it's terrifying, and my gut aches knowing i'm soft for another human being again.
apricot Sep 9
🪷🪞✨🫧♡︎🪷
In the realm of eternal sunshine,
Where the skies are forever divine,
The clouds are made of cotton candy,
And the breeze whispers sweetest wine.

The flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Their scent fills the air with dews,
The bees and butterflies dance in delight,
In this place where time stands still and bright.

The sun shines bright with golden rays,
Warming the souls and brightening days,
The waves roll in with gentle grace,
In this haven where all is in place.

The stars twinkle like diamonds at night,
A celestial show of pure delight,
The moon glows with a soft embrace,
In this realm of eternal sunshine and grace.
Stream the album eternal sunshine by ariana grande!
Bhavani Sep 7
My swollen left cheek
a round bed of marshmallows
pat pat, pat pat, boing!

swallows saliva
drinks a cup of iced milo
an oasis forms

all that ice a shock
to my newly-formed blood clot;
what is this soreness
Antonia Aug 29
all the flowers bloom in spring
all the flowers bend with the wind

there’s so much beauty in those fragile things
they are living proof that being sensitive can be
all you need to feel the wholeness of your being

I buy myself flowers
and put them in a vase
I keep them close to me
as a reminder
of how soft
I can be
mace May 11
she grew up with a beach of sand next to lake
i grew up near a beach with jellyfish & sweet salt air; home.

so one day i will take her to where their eyes remind me of

a honeyed landscape of granual sediment,
millions and millions of years of erosion,

just to look soft & warm to the onlooker

the tide pulling in and out. the seagulls flying above, cawing, while a cool, sunny day shines upon the sparkling waters frothing with movement.

her voice is my ocean breeze.
love poem for my partner <3 late april 2024 i believe.
Mark Wanless Mar 11
i play rufly for
a minute gently as you
wish touch me softly
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