Victoria Kiely

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

You have become something like a stray piece
of forgotten furniture tucked away
from prying eyes, into the back of my
mind. Still very much there, still unaware
of both your and my own existence here.
Still you are attentive of my actions,
although I have long forgotten you watch
Patiently waiting to be seen, silent.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Delicacy

You are a delicacy - I struggle to find the median between enjoying you entirely too quickly and not experiencing you at all our of fear that you will disappear. I want to indulge in your fine pleasures and forget the meaning of refinement; I want to swallow you whole just to have all of you inside of my yearning body. You are the forbidden fruit that I cannot have, that I must have but once.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Love Yourself

There’s something about a woman who is able to appreciate herself without acknowledgement from another. The woman who continues to breath as a man catches his breath; can tell when enough is enough without being notified; who can do what she wants because she knows her happiness is independent from that of another, is always the woman worth having. Be this type of woman.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

you Think you Know

You think you know love, that you have experienced all that it has to offer, until you are knee deep in passion and a foothold away from being consumed completely. You think you have all of the answers until you are presented with new questions. You think you know love, but you don’t. You don’t know love until you can feel each beat of their heart, until you can feel the rattling breath within your lover’s chest, feel their presence in the wind, the sun and the sky. You think you know love, but you don’t.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Young Dreamers

Everybody, Everybody
Please come quickly. Assemble now to watch
as two become one, as two brace this world
with brave hearts and wild minds; here rests young love,
Both nomadic and questionable in
nature. They know not what lies ahead, but
together they will be the ones to say:
"It is I who has prospered, I who has
Loved unconditionally, undeterred
by solemn miseries”, or so they think.
You know so little, my dear children,
you don’t know any better. How could you?
But here we stand, hand in hand, all the same,
waiting so patiently to take thy name.
Why so hasty my dear, why love in vain?

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