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The Sun
A silver note
That sings like your fingers
Spilling light across my ribcage
Curling out skyward

We float in the blue whispers
Of the sea
How your lips taste of salt
And the breeze
Twists your hair

When you speak
It unbuttons my day -
Stretched over the warm sand
Naming the tide
With each heartbeat
Till the hammock of evening
Crushes our flirt over drinks
Sealing this sweet tongue
Into your grooves

Our silhouettes drift into orbit
Like intimate boats on the horizon
A comma, pause
Following the thread of your voice
(quiet as the moon)
Pulling me closer
Swaying the palms
Between what we can know
And all that we haven't said

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Theodorus Rex Mar 26
They tried to **** him
They tried to jail him
They tried to discredit him
They tried to remove his dignity
They spread lies about him
Tried to throw him into the fire

All it did was sharpen his resolve
He rose to meet the challenge
He refused to be broken by them
He refused to bend the knee
To their hedonism  
He welcomed discomfort
He was relentless
And did what needed to be done
Fight, fight, fight

He has earned my respect

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Theodorus Rex Feb 27
Her laugh buoyed me to her heart
Until her teeth turned to stars
And I tumbled into the crease of her caverns
While the trees groan
Dining on the vision
Of two halves dissolving into one.

The roots of morning
Claw at our pillows
Legs jack-knifed into perfect disorder
Curving back unto themselves —
One into another
Until our breath is unison.

We are lovers wearing each other's scent -
The lamp of my heart burning for these moments
My fingers tracing the curl of her ear
Until the stillness of silence
Devours all whispers

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Theodorus Rex Jan 21
And there she was,
Stepping past the image of herself
To be seen in my light.
As those close to me know
How she has stirred
Spring melodies from my guitar—
My head thrown back,
Eyes fastened
Finding myself by
       catching her scent—
Her kiss.

This is the image of love,
A world in its place
As a flower to a vase.
The measure of my speech,
With a ripening to newness—
And the palms that sway to our song,
Lifting their limbs to provide
the solace of shade.
The sand of the beach sleeping
beneath our feet -
Each wave rising from the depths
To exhibit an emerald
Even the whales have never seen

Cadence and sound
       - the salt air -
Yielding a second melody
With the intimacy of grace -
And we came into the scene
as the scene—
Serendipitously  

The source of the sea
and her longing.
Like the movement of wind -
Born to reveal
The love found within

____________
Holding hands on the plane
The wings become our adventure
Guiding us through orchards of clouds -
Each blossom kissed by a sunset’s fire
Each moment steeped in the sweetness
of fragility

We are light
Adrift above the city’s spires
Soaring past the limits of hawks, of eagles
Beyond the reach of reason

Like a ballerina, arms like wire -
The earth tilts on her axis
but love, unyielding, holds us aloft
A gravity of its own making


Silence takes comfort in our ears
The quiet roar of leaving again -
of shedding the weight of the banal
We wave goodbye to labor -
To everything that cannot follow us

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Theodorus Rex Nov 2024
It resides where the heart raves
Where the pulse pauses
The blood thickens
And the cadence of one's breath
Beckons

Getting *****  
Never felt so divine
So luminous -
We bend the knee
To drink from this fountain

It dwells where fashion has foreclosed
Radiant as a sapphire
Moments like this shine
Like grace under pressure
They inspire youthful laughter -
In the construct of all liabilities

I am haunted by how few know
That intimacy lies beyond the boundary
Of secrecy
Housed in the hills of vulnerability

When one loves
One is remade anew

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Theodorus Rex Aug 2024
It's the echo of laughter in the morning -
Where shadows yield to soft whispers
Only the heart can hear

The canvas that is your naked back
Is my sunrise
In this fleeting moment I am a song
A rhythm
A kiss
Both spectator and participant

Pleasure has its own burn
Like the heartbeat flicker of a candle
It leaves its mark

The dance of light -
Sleep

The dark

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