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Written upon paper receipts
Where angelic kisses repeats,
Our love born upon cobbled streets
Emotions showing on backseats.

We were hearts in forward motion
Crashing on each, sand and ocean,
I drank you like a love potion
Affection riding emotion.

Could this one longing single kiss
Invoke such moments of pure bliss,
Distracted eyes of brown abyss
Lips joined once again reminisce.

One moment a seed was planted
Like a fairy tale love was granted,
Moment forever enchanted
With each new day love replanted
Take this crumpled heart
It only beats in your hands
Hold it, forever
A haiku.
I am real
I am not a dream
I will always be with you
I will forever love you
I will never hurt you but protect you from all harm
I will never doubt for you will always be with me....


Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
"Gone"
I can finally look at myself
in the mirror without your figure
standing behind me observing
my every detail and every flaw.

I'm thankful to say I have
moved on from you entirely
and that your presence no longer
intimidates my inner being.
Not "you", the ego,
but your "you-ness".

Not a family member,
or a twig on a family tree,
but the life of the tree itself,
and the soil in which it grows.

Not a person,
but an essence -
a flavor,
a perfume.

A seed unfolds
idea into matter,
and imbues it
with Itself.

Soul
wears Body
like a suit.

Mind
liaises.

*(And these
are only
convenient distinctions
for the sake
of storytelling.)
Being is self-referential.
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