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btp Jun 2019
A game so great
A game so small
Someone will rise
And someone will fall

Thought you won
Then you lost
Felt the warmth
Then the frost

Step back
One more time
Walk forward
Feel sublime
Crash course
"You are mine."
Shannon Rose Jun 2019
I loved him,
Even though I said, "no more"

Even though, I took a stand

I still love him

I see into him,
His desire
Awakened my desire
And my desire

Became our desires

But, a long distance away
A time away,
A thought (that became too many thoughts)
Too many thoughts, alone
Became fearful forces
That forced and forced to find pleasure

Yet, emptiness in this loneliness became the only outcome

Of being so far away
Gave positive contemplation
With the mixture of insane

...Over-contemplation

And still, I love him
I think I always will
I think, I always have
I have always loved you
John Glenn May 2019
It was in the warmth
of her body
where I found ecstasy
my fingertips laced
in the spaces between hers
our thumbs painting
each other's palms in subtlety
her head rests on my arm
my head rests on hers
in the midst of each other's surrender

and yet somehow,
even ecstasies
end in sober
StakesV May 2019
he is the moon that shines down on me when i'm lost in the labyrinth of a cornfield at one in the morning

and he is the sun that peeks behind the clouds after a misty afternoon spent studying at the local library

he is the sand that shifts under the sea in the wake of a creature rising up from a good afternoon slumber

and he is the sky that envelopes the world in a palette of colors that reminds us of the passage of time and time again

he is a house built on love and passion with pillars that shake but never break as the earth falters and cries

and he is the horizon that paints my perspective a burning flame the intensity of a wildfire nobody in the vicinity foretold

he is the breeze that greets me on the balcony as i laugh with strangers that assure me i am doing just fine

and he is the moment of being half-asleep when i mumble my words in response to my mother who kisses my cheek

he is the lexicon of forbidden words that i store behind the door at the back of my heart which beats once in a while

and he is the silence that infiltrates the damp mood but also gives me a draft on which i ink the first beats of a song
inspired by yuzuru hanyu
I wish you were here
On this rainy night.
Wrapped in a warm blanket,
My head on your shoulder;
Sitting close and holding hands,
A hot cup of coffee in the other.
Cool air
playing with your moist hair
A beautiful fragrance
Drifting all about your essence
Talking of small things
Just to hear your voice
Drowning in each others attentions
Our hearts rejoice
Lovingly planted kisses
Affectionate little smiles
Endearing little giggles
My whole world in your eyes
I wish you were here
Stephanie D May 2019
the taste of your grass
the feel of your silk
in my mind, it lasts
my hands on your hips

my mountains are soft
my branches have leaves
they shiver in thoughts
of feeling your bliss

we stand as two rocks
through caverns, we reach
unexplored insides
with fingers and lips

the deeper we go
the warmer we feel
there're no greater joys
than your sounds and your kiss
May 26th, 2019
Sana May 2019
I long for warmth
Dream of a distant place
Where fire lights the room
Sweet tea eases my soul
And your company
A sure home
For my sweetest escape
Days and nights
Under endless blues
Turned dark that glitters
Through perpetual starlight
We’d laugh and talk
Of silly daydreams
And fearless thoughts
Your hand into mine  
Your arms my safest retreat
I’d lay there forever
Somewhere within hidden
In the warmth of you
Allen James May 2019
Tender waves caress the sand,
The ones you’ve ridden from the start,
A sun that gently warms your skin,
And also warms your heart,

A breeze that bears the weight of love,
Wherever it may go,
To angels flying high above,
And those swimming down below,

So dive into your crystal sea,
Beneath the shades of endless blue,
And you will find the perfect beach,
Is always here inside of you.
Denise Uy May 2019
Your heat and mine, in the spaces between our palms and fingers,
in the closeness of our tangled legs on the cold floor,
in the wholeness I feel after a long embrace,
in the light striking your brown eyes,
in the contact of your hand to my face, your thumb stroking my cheek,
and the world melts around us,
beyond the point of your heat and mine.
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