#cornelius - Hello Poetry

Crude We pushed each other against saintly walls lips sinking under leaving bite marks like cherry blossoms on magnolia skin. Hands through hair Heavy air Heavier breathing Ribcage to ribcage grazing flesh on limestone obscured by altars behind cloister doors Our bodies are cathedrals built of blood. We fall further into one another On hallowed stone. hate the sin…? Love the sin Love the sinner Be the sinner Be the sin.

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC

adam-cornleius-tuffey

Breaking Altars

Crude We pushed each other against saintly walls lips sinking under leaving bite marks like cherry blossoms on magnolia skin. Hands through hair Heavy air Heavier breathing Ribcage to ribcage grazing flesh on limestone obscured by altars behind cloister doors Our bodies are cathedrals built of blood. We fall further into one another On hallowed stone. hate the sin…? Love the sin Love the sinner Be the sinner Be the sin.

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We planted tulips in each other, in the night. While the rain played in street light We intertwined, As old roots or Ivy. We left marks in each other; Like pressed limestone, Like Rock built into churches, Like wave weathered slate. I move the hair from your Noctilucent eyes. And we arch together Like ash or poplar. Your lips are warm; A sirocco in the chine of winter. Love, It is this. No greater no lesser And though the deeps of oceans May stand between; The between of us is neither wide, nor far I carry you with me For my home is built of What we are.

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC

adam-cornleius-tuffey

Ad Amorem Ad Undas

We planted tulips in each other, in the night. While the rain played in street light We intertwined, As old roots or Ivy. We left marks in each other; Like pressed limestone, Like Rock built into churches, Like wave weathered slate. I move the hair from your Noctilucent eyes. And we arch together Like ash or poplar. Your lips are warm; A sirocco in the chine of winter. Love, It is this. No greater no lesser And though the deeps of oceans May stand between; The between of us is neither wide, nor far I carry you with me For my home is built of What we are.

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It’s an odd comfort that it is always raining somewhere Old watering cans collecting water Tawny pines lofty, sighing in the mist. When my bones are laid out like a picket fence in a wooden coat they will drink with the roots and stone and earth. And when I am but dust or atoms it will still rain maybe I will be bricks in a building or some tarmac slab something functional or a peony flower or even forget-me-nots it will still rain and I will be gone.

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC

adam-cornleius-tuffey

Soaked

It’s an odd comfort that it is always raining somewhere Old watering cans collecting water Tawny pines lofty, sighing in the mist. When my bones are laid out like a picket fence in a wooden coat they will drink with the roots and stone and earth. And when I am but dust or atoms it will still rain maybe I will be bricks in a building or some tarmac slab something functional or a peony flower or even forget-me-nots it will still rain and I will be gone.

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I close my eyes And you’re still there you washed your hair whilst the pots and the pans you left in your shower clamoured for water in calming tones. padding feet careful tread A dancer? Maybe… And I watched from the ribbon of hall light as you wrung out your inhibitions cleansed a small torment or two Somewhere I hear a piano your eyes found mine and for a second I loved you for a second there was but that second and nothing, nothing more.

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC

adam-cornleius-tuffey

A Second, A scene, A girl

I close my eyes And you’re still there you washed your hair whilst the pots and the pans you left in your shower clamoured for water in calming tones. padding feet careful tread A dancer? Maybe… And I watched from the ribbon of hall light as you wrung out your inhibitions cleansed a small torment or two Somewhere I hear a piano your eyes found mine and for a second I loved you for a second there was but that second and nothing, nothing more.

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