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Chad Young Oct 2
O beauty in my horizon
You look at me like a thousand days
we've spent together, or
longer still.
You take pride in our gaze together.
You are the answer
to my every male instinct.
And there you recline,
as if you are made of starlight,
as if you've swallowed the moon.
Your neck has no point save
regarding me.
You are intent on setting
me aflame with desire for you.
My body aches to keep
its inner mojo.
Yet you snake around
my neck and seep into
my testicles.
You say "this is a test".
"For what?"
"You know" she replies.
"A test for me" she gives a second answer.
"To see if you can come on my star destroyer"
"Where does that lead?" I ask.
"To another time."
"A time when you're free."
Then Christ's neck holds me:
"Can you pray with Me, and stay resolute?"

Sigh.
Another night
that I might not know my pillow.
Midnight
A lost hungry vagrant
on a train to nowhere
everywhere's his home

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     on a patch of hay
     in the heat of day
     he doesn't bother to get
     on his knees and pray

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          everything he wants
          is in his sweat and blood
          the shirt on his back
          and his matter of fact

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                                               solitary freedom
                                               even when burdened with chains
                                               and in heavy rains

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                    he flies through time
                    known by himself
                    on a patch of hay

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        in an empty, lonely cart
        on a train to nowhere
        wandering the face of the earth

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yearning for Starlightūüíę
Hiding away are the
stars in the day.
But during the night,
they shine so bright.
Waiting all day
they pass the time
until they get
their chance to shine.
Be patient, honey. Your time is coming.
Zoe Grace Jun 13
Take me out into the starlight
High above the ground
Pull me close
Play an old french love song
Grip my hand in yours
Take my waist
Dance with me until we both realise
Neither of us are good at it
Hold me sweet and soft
Sway with me to the melody
Nobody and nothing else
Exists in that moment
But for you and I, my love
Words can't describe how amazing my night was, H. But these come close.
IMCQ May 20
Footprints in the sand
A tapestry of our waltz
Witnessed by starlight
Take my hand.
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