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When we met, you made my heart wet. Like morning dew of hope, from Heaven, chemistry crept, with hope and regret of everything you may and may not get. Your faculties tasted me in anticipation... How my eyes' light might look in your bed, how my words ringing swam in your head. You perked me up like sweet grass, onto my taste buds you bled. Our souls danced and sang in embrace. When we parted they said, Well if that's that, mission accomplished. Whether covert or conscious, whether or not she even calls him, we have loved once again. Less a natural reaction, more an inexplicable combustion. From that day on it was destined, from admiration swapped and accepted, We could never return to who we'd been.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Soulmate Symphony
I lay atop the grass with Cecily, taking in the sun anew. He calls down, Come see what I've done now, come see this new tattoo!    Eh. I'm rather proud!      Not now cuz, I'm busy. Oh come now, it's profound! A portrait of Edgar Allen Poe!    Speaking of poets,    I'm quite in the middle    of an epic something...    DO YOU MIND?!   It's realllllly good though!      Oh, fine. I plod my *** up the stairs in the heat and reach the balcony. I'm blown out of the water. He's right, it's a masterpiece! Edgar's soul ringing out through skin to me!      Oh, wow.    You know,    he owns my favorite poem. Which is that?      A dream within a dream. Ah yes, the canvas muses, reciting a verse, just like music. Well isn't this canvas kindred!   The length of his cigarette the duration of time we quip. Back and forth, our own prose. He says not to kiss your *** but you are quite moving my soul.   You are inspiring me, the way you tie emotions to paper, in utter splendor.   Smoke break over, to return to mechanical buzzing. His eyes sincere, I'd like to share, hear more your words.    And I yours! I descend stairs, with Godson in towe. Are you of this town?    Yes, for now. As am I, you should take my digits.    OK!   I'm still descending.    Oh, right.. pulling out my phone.     I'm a stickler for full names,    what are you called?    Oh, I'm Italian too!   Well, I'm Sicilian, it's quite a difference.    Oh is it now? ******* elitist. Handsome though. We'll see where this goes...
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Mediterranean Mirror
I lay atop the grass with Cecily, taking in the sun anew. He calls down, Come see what I've done now, come see this new tattoo!    Eh. I'm rather proud!      Not now cuz, I'm busy. Oh come now, it's profound! A portrait of Edgar Allen Poe!    Speaking of poets,    I'm quite in the middle    of an epic something...    DO YOU MIND?!   It's realllllly good though!      Oh, fine. I plod my *** up the stairs in the heat and reach the balcony. I'm blown out of the water. He's right, it's a masterpiece! Edgar's soul ringing out through skin to me!      Oh, wow.    You know,    he owns my favorite poem. Which is that?      A dream within a dream. Ah yes, the canvas muses, reciting a verse, just like music. Well isn't this canvas kindred!   The length of his cigarette the duration of time we quip. Back and forth, our own prose. He says not to kiss your *** but you are quite moving my soul.   You are inspiring me, the way you tie emotions to paper, in utter splendor.   Smoke break over, to return to mechanical buzzing. His eyes sincere, I'd like to share, hear more your words.    And I yours! I descend stairs, with Godson in towe. Are you of this town?    Yes, for now. As am I, you should take my digits.    OK!   I'm still descending.    Oh, right.. pulling out my phone.     I'm a stickler for full names,    what are you called?    Oh, I'm Italian too!   Well, I'm Sicilian, it's quite a difference.    Oh is it now? ******* elitist. Handsome though. We'll see where this goes...
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Never been so attracted to one being. Wildly attracted to traits of many, always fleeting. So many rolled into one man leaves me speechless, intrigued and fiending. He mirrors my lunacy, and my fiery independence, our duality. Water bearers pour streams adjoined from the heavens, unencumbered. After years of finding the streams gravitating into one, we ditch a gourd. Our fingers intertwined under the neck and the base of the remaining one. Our eyes mingle mysteriously each morning, and when they find stars they get to pouring.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Water Bearers
Spark up my cancer stick as the mist rolls in. Enchanted, I sit on these steps and catch water rivulets while holding my breath, the smoke entwining with secrets I've shed, all the while cherishing the thought of shared bed. My wicked streak no longer welcome here there's no room in our nest for this shame in my chest I find myself nourishing what hasn't happened yet, flourishing the tender side of my soul in the dead of night I sit here alone not cold, for beknownst to me, my inner vision in sight, orange cones surround the scene, that cannot obscure moonlight, oxygen growing in trees and all the famed whispers cavorting with me. All congenial with our convictions, this depiction of snow Winter sent has me lifted. Every fence i lean over has only meant that I see you. Spring sprouts as a human, your hope makes me feel new. I've hit the ground running to pick up your pace, but not for a second do I feel in a race. We have hit a harmonious stride, and Dear, I do find that your words are the grace in this ephemeral place. I'm right beside you smiling because home is your face.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Secrets of the City Fog
Your face lights up my life like stars enchanting the night. Hold me strong when it's cold and strum my heart strings like chords. When you pour your guts into the vibrating Gibson I see babies around us clapping and think, maybe it IS him. Perhaps with this one I'll let my heart beat in tandem to his vigorous pitch til all 8 chambers are done in, fingers intertwined. To invisible violin, we can go together, warm in bed on God's time, perhaps stories like this are not myth.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Belonging
My muse, how you rousse me to come to from my slumber, eyes wide. What I feel inside for you cannot be contained to my heart or my brain. This stirring borders insane. For you what won't I do? So what if you're the plank I walk, to gift me momentum when I wish to plunge? To the depths of fantasy, to shed the world above.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Muse
Her I vow to bite you when it's least expected. To jump start your body right when you feel winded.. and you didn't think I was listening. I long to heal the scars of your heart, to cleanse you of all burdens, to kiss your feet. My lips, epsom salts. You light my fire! My passions burn bright white, sincere like moonlight dancing on waves of dreams, where you ushered me up the mountain side, amidst rocky cliffs and fervent tossing sea. Atop the crest of a forest endearing, upon a lagoon glowing neon aquamarine with the alligator creeping.. Him Don't be scared, come peep! Do not worry, he just eats chickens, not people! Now enjoy the scenery while I read this book, I need my dose of non-fiction. Life with you beside me is the strangest paradise of fantasy fused with conviction. For you, I breathe. I will ground down when need be, to lead. I'll just keep our pinkies hooked while you float about. We will find our way. I assure you reign supreme my queen. Until my dying day, you shine for me.
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
Confessions
If this life plane is but illusion, let me live in your heart where time is ceaseless, where I have not a care, where it's warm, where it's real, where the truth won't elude me. Where I am suspended like a snare, ringing in every thrum of your chambered drum, in every heartbeat.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Thrum