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Kimberly C Brown Oct 2010
soft
abstract
feeling
you inside of
tender folds of skin.

ripples of musical tremors vibrate

ignite
fire
melting through to
another side of
skin.

Pressurized
knees beating against floored wood
cushions
provided by
dead leaves.

Bite
into that wrinkled fig
ripe from its source
sweet syrup gushing
from roasted cell walls.

Viens beat
sycronized with
my
heart.
use your veined hand
break through
my ***** shell

release my heart
watch that redness beat
and gush
like that eaten fig.

Arched spasm
crushed fingers
against
a soft
surface.

Camera flashes
send me back
to that time before
when images
sent a flush
through
me.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I'm addicted to you
And I haven't had a fix of your body
In far too long.
Human Apr 2018
When I remember our moments I smile
But luckily u haven't noticed it in a while
I look at u and I daydream
I imagine things that make me wanna scream
U don't understand
I don't understand
If only we'd both stand
In front of each other and explain
Rather than continuously complain
Then we would both be satisfied
With what ever answer was given for the rest our lives we would grind
I say a lot when ever u are not aware
But I become mute when ur present and there
I Cant tell u anything because I have nothing to say
I can't tell u anything cz u wouldnt understand it my way
I can't tell u not to leave because I  don't know why u should stay
I can't tell u why I love u because it dosent make sence how without u my life would be grey
I can't tell u anything because I know nothing for sure
All I know is that u are my cure
Home ain't no safe, but it's my home,
And it greets me whenever back I come.
It's there for me get lost deep inside.
Even when I stand against the tide.

And I'm aware of dangers out here.
So I may wield a sword against fear.
But there are city lights giving hope.
And  when obvion beckons i say "nope".

I wanna run away to mountains and beyond.
But I won't leave if could, ya see.
For those lights, they keep me ever on hold.

I wanna come back home saying to a mate there "hello".
Being glad that one cares enough to simply reply.
Then I shall adict to home's rhythm, adapt to it's flow.

— The End —