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Bus Poet Stop Oct 2015
entering arms entwined
a state of grace

offer you body warmth
to burn us together for always

tongue licks your love
the buds of taste blossom yet again

chest beating thrum
celebrates your continued existence

fingers tease you at the junctures
that pleasure reveals the magi's adoration

but

I love you best with
the love of words,
for this is the poet's way,
condense
touch sight sounds smell sensual
into what words he can give that

cost so much, held so dear,

that it is the
cherish

that
is
the
best
of
him
Oct 24, 2015
7:48 am
deep within
Whovianimeniac Apr 2019
I fell eternally
When I saw you,
I heard you.

I didn’t know what to think
When I reached out,
And touched you.

I know you’re real.
You’re non-fiction.

I knew you long ago,
But I lost faith
I lost hope.

Forgot all our times
But you stayed here,
Beside me.

Now, although I’m grown,
I’ll never forget again.

I believe in you,
I believe in Fairy Tales,
And love.

I believe-
What took me so long
To see you.
Colm Apr 2019
When you can see the vibrations
On the sanguine strings

When you can soak the sounds
And rinse it from the unsaturated air

When the quiet head fold softly
Falling atop the masters knees without a conscious care

That is when
And their matters not, where
Two, a master and a hound, alone with song.
Empire Apr 2019
When I get bored
I don't play games
I don't do work
I use my brains

But not for good
Just like I should
Instead I wander
And life, I ponder

When I get bored
I want to play
In places dark
Deep, awful, strange

I let my thoughts
Consume me whole
And start a fire
Inside my soul

I like its thrill
Its toxic rush
Within this mind
My own chaos
I **** at my darkness to feel it seep out into my veins for my pleasure and demise.
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