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Soft subtle touch
clutches from back to front
About face switched place
in role reversals
Airways are open
Feel a rawer version
of your person
Entrust this thoughtful lust
sought from top to bottom
Moving in sync as your
yearning burns
Deep frictionless sin
lived within bare skin
Born below the belly line
Sing as bells ring
Breathe in the aftermath
This beauty won't last
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let me know
when you break
through the shallow
dreamlike mist
the memory breathes
down my neck
like fire
but THAT skin
no longer who i am
is scaled
numb to touch
yet i sense your essence
perhaps wishing
from distance

the search continues
for the one who does not play

So please,
                    with care.

As your beloved
                                 a noxious
( _me_ )
Angela Rose Jan 8
your words slide through my veins like honey
and they

their way straight into my heart
and they
    ­         a
             ­                 e

a scribbled track all the way to my mind
and I just can't ******* breathe when you talk to me
Elena Nov 2019
Truth was a breath
of cold November air
Escaping from her soft lips
Truth was warm
a breath of purpose
A spoken word
Tasting sweet nuance
A fresh, crisp blow
of season's new flair
Something so subtle
yet undoubtedly alive.
shanika yrs Oct 2019
You know what?
You are a poem
I miss writing
Amanda Sep 2019
Autumn is a subtle thief
Moseying in then out so brief
A swift taker of all things emerald and bright
No burglar alarm will keep safe the light
Daring to steal the warmth off your face
A cold Winter the only item left in Summer's place
This is my first poem for the 30 Day Poetry Challenge
An acrostic using the letters in your first name. Can be about anything EXCEPT you or your name.
Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
Moon taught me to be a gentle light in subtle darkness.
-Ikigai Poet
What depth lurks
behind your eyes' edges?
Would the memories
tear you to shreds beneath?

or instead rain
upon the garden full
with blessings of knowledge-
the precious treasure of the soul;

Doubt not the strength
of the lock-box.
Though questions linger,
no reply is necessary.
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