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express Feb 2019
Make love to me until i smell of you
for the next two days 
until i no longer feel hunger
Make love to me until I've forgotten English and begin to whisper words that have no meaning 
words that only the body of our minds can comprehend
whispering, weeping in a tone that sings the melody that only our spirits recognize 
the tune that ensures and secures the locks on our love 
safety, protection, harmony
Make love with me 
until i remember things you told me years ago 
years before I'd ever grabbed hold of your neck the way I do when you
Make love to me
a million times after the millionth time
this is our sacred dance around the holy fire 
the one that burns in the center of you
our sun, illuminating every step of our love ritual 
and in the background, the moonrise and her shine will overflow as the residual 
and that will suffice
in this performing art, we tiptoe
evident mastery 
Drenched
in focus
gasping for more
I've got all of your attention
In this moment, we are perfect
effortlessly radiating our beauty
as a soul Union
Make love With me
Colm Feb 2019
Does a paintbrush try and press itself? Or a fisherman cast to feel his own strength?

No.

Likewise, does a moon know when its been idealized by the idealistic pen? Again and again.

Not likely.

Can you see through the colors of your own eyes? Or hear the kissing secrets of the wind on its lovers lips?

No, thankfully not.

And in choosing can you pull thought from mind? With an ease which sets you free to be taller than trees and freer than snow.

Sadly it is with me, when I say no.
How much fun it was to watch this one twist and turn. Yup.
AE Feb 2019
It seems to me that
No matter what words I choose
And countless stanzas I use
I feel no different than how I did yesterday.

I feel torn, confused, and lost
Like any other ******* teenager out there
So, I thought poems could ventilate my fears
And somehow halt my internal flowing tears

But I was wrong.

It seems to me that
No matter what topics I discuss
Everybody I talk to turns the other way
As if I've got nothing important at all to say.

A friend, a foe, a love, a hate
Why should I think my words are great?
If everybody I write about dissolves in the end
Does it even matter if I care for the poems I tend?

It seems to me that
No matter what words I choose
And countless stanzas I use
I cannot artistically express that I'm done with poetry.
Words don't do justice anymore.
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2018
The world with the heart
is the most beautiful place.
Without it its a fish
out of the water.

The question is
to be or not to be
with the heart!
Amanda Francis Feb 2019
Your heartbeat is my favourite sound.
I can't get the rytham of your breathing out of my head.

To be close enough to hear this song is is a dream.

I only wish I could hear it just once!
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