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-I can taste the sensation in my brain
a drug moment defined by you-

a little slip to a lip, to a touch, to much-
such interactions leave my heart in a ****
roll around the cloth in a lump-sum of love
holding onto firm feelings of the swelling of our tongues
back to the white as we dance with our smiles
forth, moving forward in a motion (we won’t turn)-

split the gates wide open
let the honey flow from your wells
face deep in life’s sweet sensations
drinking deep of your sweet nectars-
I will hold firmly to the tiny words cradled in your chest
leaving me breathing until we’re both out of breath-

spread apart, open like a rose in bloom,
our hearts awaken as I hear birds swoon-
a loud and beautiful chirping, given to the space above-
dams held back from bursting forth, no room to keep it held up.
Intertwined, upside down, neck deep in our song,
Flittering and Clittering reversed first in our souls.
a shudder, a touch, and the life of our sound.
Nicole 3d
He mutters that he is never okay
And the way he speaks it,
The words echo in this church
As a song
But no one even looks up from
Their praying
Or peering at the bible,
Except her.
And she wonders how his truth
Only hits the windowpane to others
When it's a downpour
To her
And all she wanted to do
Was offer a reminder
Something about rainbows
To cease his ache.
his touch
is the only thing
ever known
to be able to
calm this storm
buried deep
inside me
you touched me without using your hands and i fell in love
I've lost my artistic touch
and I've never felt so lost
c 7d
I’m not afraid of ghosts
But I don’t like the way things linger
Like laughter
Or cologne
Or the feel of your skin on mine
Fabiana Oct 4
i find myself lost in this comfortable metaphorical heaven where forever feels tangible
i’m falling into you in this life within a dream
and i feel more alive than i have ever been
banks . contaminated
KMH Sep 28
The rain descends
like a velvet curtain.

I use that steady
pounding, thrumming

to cleanse my skin
of your touch.

It fills me up, and I spit you out;
wring you out of my hair.

Thunder crashes
lightning flashes
and I
© KMH 2019
Nicole Sep 27
In this moment I know of the lingering touch of humanity

Through the urgency of a voice flowing so effortlessly through the rafters

Of a basement,

Reminding me that my bones hold more than just

Disease riddled nerves.

And a small thank you would always suffice

To people who help you

Help yourself

Become whole.
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