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-df Jul 2020
not one soul
can t o u c h me the way you do.
no arms, no legs, no bodies.
just your b a b y b l u e s on me,
and i drown.
oh my word, I write love poems!? no betrayal? no heartbreak? who is she!?
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Wicked is your tongue

Saying forgive me

And I am sorry

Love is poisonous

From your mouth

I feel tainted and alone

Each touch that grazes my skin

I wonder if I could just leave

With you hand lingering in the air

Tangled in my shadow

Would you keep drowning

In your insincerity

Or would you finally realize

You will never have me
Chris Saitta Jul 2020
The finger upon whose weight
Depends the pluck of the string,
Does pull back the folds of a drape
Of sunwashed loneliness in afternoon.
Windows drift through you, without home,
Without glass, or any warmth from looking through.
Life in its squared sequence does amass, ecumenical,
Until death its finger does pass in its final pluck
As the touch of the thundering universe.
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Fingertips linger upon skin
I trace my answers
As if my hands are mouths
Tongues lapping at the salt
The sunrise rests upon you
Layers of pink, orange and yellow
Glisten upon your face
And my gaze
Falls into your eyes
Your name
The horizon upon my tongue
And our love, I devour
Slowly eating with every touch
Savio Fonseca Jul 2020
As I plant My Kisses,
on those Lips of Yours.
Passion keeps flowing,
from those Eyes of Yours.
I then slowly move,
these Hands of Mine.
To touch the Points,
of your Holy Shrine.
As My pace slowly Increases,
U get the Chills & Fever.
Sending Vibrant Signals,
to My Receiver.
Our Midnight Romance,
has a long haul Ahead
and Our Burning Desires
shall keep rocking Our Bed.
N Jul 2020
I catch a star in my palm, and
it brightens my dark thoughts

God is far from me tonight,
so I pray to the moon

The midday sun burns me
like my mother’s touch
Savio Fonseca Jul 2020
Two Hearts in Love,
on a Night that was Cold.
We're searching for a Place,
for their Feelings to Unfold.
They perched Themselves,
on a Mountain Top.
Love began to Flow,
as their clothes began to Drop.
Their naked Shadows,
on a Moonlit Night.
Poured Passion and Fire,
till the Dawn of Light.
Midnight Romance,
has a Touch of Class.
Especially when your Bed,
is made up of Grass.
angelique Jun 2020
The sun, it strays in
Although
It doesn't stay in
Pooling in little dapples
Of invisible white

Pauses
Cavorts in candlelight
Slips under an
Angular promise
A coveted whisper

Then melts to mauve
Drips out of blackened-skies

Oh Love, she's arrived
Once at last
She's lying by your side
You turn over to face her

Only you're dreaming
For she's gone
It's like she was
Never There

She whispers in flattery
She's fluent in heartache
A soothing bite of regret
Raw-edged and untwined

You're sure she's called something else
'Cause she drives you insane
How you wish she wasn't nameless
How you wish you knew her name

So you call her Love
Floating cadenza
Can't capture her on camer-a
Write about her in prose
Ether-born,
Out of some gorgeous unknown
And forever onwards
You'll wonder why she
Had to leave
Why she
Had to go
if this doesnt make sense. love doesnt make sense to me either
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