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he used to hit me with the
"do you love me"

i used to sit there, glaring at him through closed eyes
with an open heart,
heavy
from weights not heavy enough to be
the weight of love.
 May 2013 Victoria Lynn
Gary Muir
my eyes hurl meteor metaphors
towards the gravity of your gaze

upon impact, passion ignites poems
in the starlight of your stare

connected in constellation,
we read
 Apr 2013 Victoria Lynn
marina b
could you feel the longing
in my fingers as i
traced them along your palms
winding our hands together
weaving my love into you?

could you sense my desperation
when i felt you pulling away
and i curled a single digit
around your finger tightly
and squeezed
(lightly)
before i let you go?
 Apr 2013 Victoria Lynn
Gary Muir
you turn away*
the way the earth turns so the sun can't fix it's heated stare
my look merely rolls off, unabsorbed
why do you rotate?
my gaze is not meant to dry your oceans
or burn your forests
I simply wish to light your mornings
illuminate your mountains
and warm your valleys
 Apr 2013 Victoria Lynn
Gary Muir
your eyes search me
looking for scars
that might tell where I’ve been
my body is clean

your words search me
inquiring about my past
and waiting expectantly
my response is brief

your lips search me
feeling for impressions
left by former lovers
I’ve been smoothed over

so I write this poem
to urge you to keep searching
for you are close
and will find me soon
 Apr 2013 Victoria Lynn
Gary Muir
your lips touch mine, a simple revelation
that begins a revolution
walls crumble
guards stumble
as you fumble for the key
you open me and see
that I am no longer who I used to be

you found the door
that leads straight to my core
and because of you I can love like never before

so now that I’ve moved on from all that has been
I plead to you, baby, kiss me again
 Apr 2013 Victoria Lynn
Gary Muir
you are birdsong
you are moonlight
you are white snow
you are rippling cornstalks
you are rolling hills
you are the sun setting behind the mountains
you are morning air, and dew
you are a ripple in a quiet lake
you are refracted light in a flowing stream
you are a bed of lilacs warmed by the sun

you are beauty
beauty is you
for emma
Poets sleep
beneath inked stained sheets
dreaming
of colourful images


in

black and white
Tonight
I am going to make love to myself, to remind myself of
What I feel like.
I will hike
To the summit of my
Entirety
And entirely
******
On the ****** of my
Truths
There's not enough chocolate
to fill this gap
you've

left

There's not enough tissue
to dry these tears
I've

cried

There's not enough pills
to numb this ache
I'm

feeling

There's not enough sunlight
to warm me
as

you did

There's not enough moonlight
to comfort me
as

you did

There's not enough words
to express how

I

Miss YOU.
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