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"unlace" poems
Light melts across the gilded field sunbeams through holes in a cloud silently across your face, rays yield shadows cast off their shroud A dewy kiss warms morning thoughts of a lover's raw embrace desires twisted up in knots yearnings will unlace Lay me down on a clover sea and a honeysuckle bed gentle breezes wash over me flowing like water instead Wet lips entwined with hunger gives way to beating hearts our fingertips do linger panting breaths depart So lay with me on this bed of gold blowing kisses in my ear a golden field for my love to hold darling, let's stay right here
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Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC
Morning in a Field of Gold
“Unbind Unclasp Uncover Uncurl Unfurl Undo Unfasten Unfold Unhinge Unhook Unleash Unlink Unmask Unroll Unveil Unclip Unlace Unzip Untie Unbutton Unlock” “Undress.” “Understood.” Unravel
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
25 Commands
If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet Because I need you right by my side If I must face what is to face If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet Because if I face what is inside I might need you to be my brace If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet Because if I need someone to hide All the ghosts I see, it’d be my ace If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet Because if I get caught up in the tide I’d need you to bring me down from space If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet Because when my hands are seldom tied I’d need you to come unlace If you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet Because if there is someone to be alongside You’d be in just the right place Because if you are Horatio, let me be Hamlet
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
If You Are Horatio, Let Me Be Hamlet
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tired with standing though they never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear, That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there. Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime Tells me from you, that now 'tis your bed time. Off with that happy busk, which I envy, That still can be, and still can stand so nigh. Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals, As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals. Off with that wiry coronet and show The hairy diadem which on you doth grow; Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed. In such white robes heaven's angels used to be Received by men; thou angel bring'st with thee A heaven like Mahomet's paradise; and though Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know By this these angels from an evil sprite, Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright. License my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. O my America, my new found land, My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned, My mine of precious stones, my empery, How blessed am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds, is to be free; Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be. Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use Are like Atlanta's ***** cast in men's views, That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem, His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them. Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made For laymen, are all women thus arrayed; Themselves are mystic books, which only we Whom their imputed grace will dignify Must see revealed. Then since I may know, As liberally, as to a midwife, show Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence, Here is no penance, much less innocence. To teach thee, I am naked first, why then What needst thou have more covering than a man.
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To His Mistress Going to Bed
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tired with standing though they never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear, That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there. Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime Tells me from you, that now 'tis your bed time. Off with that happy busk, which I envy, That still can be, and still can stand so nigh. Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals, As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals. Off with that wiry coronet and show The hairy diadem which on you doth grow; Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed. In such white robes heaven's angels used to be Received by men; thou angel bring'st with thee A heaven like Mahomet's paradise; and though Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know By this these angels from an evil sprite, Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright. License my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. O my America, my new found land, My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned, My mine of precious stones, my empery, How blessed am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds, is to be free; Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be. Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use Are like Atlanta's ***** cast in men's views, That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem, His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them. Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made For laymen, are all women thus arrayed; Themselves are mystic books, which only we Whom their imputed grace will dignify Must see revealed. Then since I may know, As liberally, as to a midwife, show Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence, Here is no penance, much less innocence. To teach thee, I am naked first, why then What needst thou have more covering than a man.
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Silken ribbons lacing dainty ankles toes snug within slippers in first position she nods her head for the music to begin  breathing a deep breath, ready to audition    Vibrations dance through out the floor her frail body flows with such grace with an arabesque she looks into the crowd hides her nervousness, with the smile upon her face   As pirouettes sync with the allegro tempo into a grande jete she soars through the air though her leg gives, she falls with broken pins an elegant bun lands as unraveled hair   Breathing deep breaths, her heart beat races while seeping into the floor she rests her head on are the tears of failure forming a lake  around the broken winged beauty, a fallen swan   Her shattered dreams unlace defeated slippers for she has cried out all of her ambition to be a prima ballerina, now never to curtsy with ankles chained in fear locked in first position.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
Locked In First Position
expecting the ride of a lifetime hype guy with the pimped out kith jeans and the shoes that cost god knows what but he pulls me off of him so he can carefully unlace them, while i get drier than a desert waiting for him like, *** show up in sweats and a hoodie so i can steal it next time, man
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
like, ***
Gonna throw away The grin today. Signs of agony In the words I say. Rid myself Of joyous things, Now a jester After living like kings. No use telling a lie When you're about to cry. Its only a matter of time, Until you spill The reason why. Lost the trust, So what's the use? Unlace my shoes And tie a noose. Im not a straight shooter But I've got a trigger finger. The feeling of fear, It loves to linger. Nothing changes If nothing changes, Take control When it rearranges. Dont need The ***** deeds, Determining Flowers from weeds. Taking a walk In a field of the land mine, Your head isn't sleepy, Dont lay it on the line.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
Lay it on the Line
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum, These musks, these ambers, and those other smells Sweet as the Vestry of the Oracles. I’ll tell thee:—while my Julia did unlace Her silken bodice but a breathing space, The passive air such odour then assumed As when to Jove great Juno goes perfumed, Whose pure immortal body doth transmit A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.
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Upon Julia’s Unlacing Herself
Unlace your shoes and step to the side; I'll do the same. Borrow my worn out soles and Stretch them over your aching feet; It's okay if they don't quite fit. Make my body yours, My toes, my long legs, My stomach, my ******* My collarbones, my hair But most importantly, Take my eyes. Take the eyes that have filled with fascination Whenever you step into view. Take the eyes that have soaked up your personality, Grasped it with bare hands and never let it go. Take the eyes that squint every time you humor me and Never seem to shed tears. Take the eyes that have noticed your every flaw, Seen you almost every day for the past ten and a half months, And still look at you With fascination. Stare into those beautiful brown marbles, Pay attention to those tiny specks of green... But, don't forget to look through them. Because if eyes really are the windows to our souls, You must be the most beautiful person on the planet. And if we really could trade shoes for even just a moment, Maybe you'd realize it, too.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
Let's Trade
O handsome thrill, immodest in measure: the red death upon which I cast my infamy is visible in the village square. No judge shall restore bleached skulls to dignity now that I unlace my boots at leisure.
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Dictator
There is a tender way to touch you, not more than a brush across your cheek. I seek a gentle kiss so not to miss your soft and red-rose lips that meet mine, the glory of your golden hair that falls upon my face as I unlace your flowered blouse to place my fingertips upon your silk-like skin to begin to love the rest of you. I lay you down on soft, blue sheets, your head upon pillows made of wild willow leaves softer than robin's feathers. I bare you beauty slowly that glows like a candle's flame in a room that is at once so dark and bright. The light comes from your luminous eyes that smile at me as I reveal the rest of you from waist to knees to heels and toes. No one knows the tender touch I bestow upon your gentle being that I alone am seeing. TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC
THERE IS A TENDER WAY TO TOUCH YOU
I see the ones who don't see anyone. Their skin is as fragile as the pages in an old book and they look at me with eyes that have read it all, seen it all and are still scared. I know their loved ones; the worried fingers that lace and unlace as they stare a hole in the space between their shoes, unused to the barriers, fighting every instinct just to keep dear ones safe. When I grace their bedside, adjust the pillows behind their heads, I think; every touch is their touch - the ones that can't be close - reaching through closed doors. Every look is their look. Every word of comfort are words those loved ones would say. I hope they know, and I pray they are no longer alone.
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Letter from a nurse
I would say my bed is the only place I feel at home anymore but You are still haunting my dreams I want to unlace you from my brain, and rip every stitched piece of you out of my heart until red reflects everything, Like neon street lights, I want to ask you in the sweetest song your ears have ever heard "What does it feel like to be in love" But my hands shake at the thought of you not saying "It's hand crafting every star in the sky to bring out your smile"
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Can't We Leave The Parking Lot?
At last the autumn wind has stripped the branches bare. Even insubordinate trees now stretch their naked limbs along a leaf of sky; timber ledger lines compose a staff where birds rest as quarter notes, the nested chimes of winter’s song. You and I unlace our leather boots. We wait for snow, white and absolute, to change the score, to blanket measured roots, a silent chorus.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
December
Careful as you unlace The delicate ribbons of leather Separating my skin from your lips 'Lincoln Park After Dark' is the shade Of dark that fills your hungry mouth The lips I know and love Feel even better on the most hidden part of my body Take your time With each lick And keep your hunger for me Until I kiss you good night
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
Lincoln Park After Dark
I wear your shoes just to see what these soles have tread upon I put myself in your worn leather just to see from your perspective Truth is- I'm not so sure I like it... The forward motions going nowhere- is like stepping in quicksand I try and stand tall, but I'm drowning and feeling small in your shoes. And I could have chosen to have never laced up these boots But then again, I would have never gained such perspective of the neglected So I unlace them. place them on your shoe rack and wear my own dusted boots for the lack of love or light or just coming home to us to me at night. I have my own shoes to fill now and you can choose to wear mine and see what I see Or continue on in your shoes- perspective distorted to stumble on blindly.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
I Have Worn My Fathers Shoes
trace your faint touch down my rib cage, whispered nails hush my chest, let's synch our heart beats, exhale burgundy breath, that cheap red wine and our ultra violet teeth. unlace your lucid lust, cocoons under silk sheets, thread counts are high, your body next to me. your head rests gently, my arm falls asleep, i try not to move, make sense to me.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
make sense to me
Come to bed, darling, for sure the hour is late. Most certainly, your conference call can wait. The children are asleep and I’m abed, So work must wait, come play with me instead. Don’t waste these hours with fitful sleep tonight when you and I could fill them with delight. Unlace that camisole and let it drop, A goodly start. I didn’t say to stop! Then, turning towards me with an impish smile Lose the slacks and add them to the pile. Then, taking sight of my most firm intention Remove your hose, the devil’s own invention. When we are wearing just our birthday suits Arch your back like a feline in pursuit. Keep the heels, they’re red and bold I swear They spur me to enjoy my favorite pair. Those orbs of night won’t ignored my dear As we effect conjunction of the spheres We stifle cries as we make our cradle rock. We'll tell the kids it was an aftershock. Some nights are cold but this one needn’t be, If you fall asleep held safe and warm by me.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
To my Wife, to make much of Time
a certain accumulation of desires that have simply overcome my small (ever ever small) being... but i can't help but imagine your defined body next to mine mine lying next to your heart beat beat beat hah hah hah hearts long lost Could i sit here forever, just to here that heart beat. your heart beat. desires have simply overcome. Me. and oh only christ can defend me, how, how i desire for your lips on mine your eye lash flutter your distant thoughts bustle your intelligence creeping behind our curtains don't act so repulsed by my face in my moonlight, if you had wished for a pristine certificate you shouldv'e asked for an official v card because you can unlace my blouse if it's cold enough to display a modern art form and succumb to the scent of cashmere silk against lavender dawns outside our big class window so i'll bite my tounge because my desire for you is stronger than a flame in the trail the pressure to a point the hello in a goodbye lets pray for some good will because i could get some duty done before God with you oh, no no I'm not the desperate type. just the type to take your suspenders off.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
Mister, could you help me finish this thought?
I looked off in the distance, a horizon of mountains strung together, the whole range atop an alpine lake. I looked out only to be fixated on your tanned skin wadding off in the water, the same skin that I’d watched darken in the summers sun, the same skin I became so familiar with under the covers of blankets and snow. Layered but much paler than your tone now, it always was winter months that inspired warmer thoughts. But there you are, you’re no longer the warm thoughts I pined to grasp. You’re here in view and more than I could’ve ever imagined, watching you unlace your boots and rip your socks off in rolled clumps as you marched through the overly saturated banks still recovering from the past, the thawing warmth of spring at the end of a snow season, just like you. Taking high steps, you feel the mud tugging at your heels, attempts to hang on, to cling instead of breaking clean free only to be washed away with another plummeting progressive step. Each part of you beginning to drown a little more in the experience.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Skin tones
that phrase carries such a punch wow wow could mean this "i cant believe you could" or it could mean that "you would ask me" it COULD mean the other "how could you?" but christ thats not a swear right christ? im not going to win this fight i didnt even have on head gear **** ill be bloodied and you wont even be bruised would you help me unlace both my gloves? you can do that right if i taught you how to tie it you can take it the reverse way another three minutes lost to the rattling of the branches to the shuttering of leaves to the crash that they make the BOOM on the floor we can hear those im a fan though of the noise that will always win as long as you are there to record it peripheral mic catching every partial sneeze jeebus we are going to slap hands no matter what happens swoop or sail bye i guess
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
wow
From the day of that first spark Wandering heart solaced to park From the day I first saw you Missing you always makes me blue From the day of our first kiss Every day since that moment reminisce From the day our first squeeze of the hand Trust and love a thousand miles spanned From the day our first passionate embrace Intricate packed sublime feelings unlace From the day we made our first love Uplifted my world to heaven above From the day our dreams fused into one For me it will be only you and no one From the day our heart beat in sync Every day you is all I think From the day we first miss each other You in my mind  omnipresent feature Every time you read this anywhere any day Note my love stays as fresh as on that first day
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:57 AM UTC
First day Any Day
I spent all night attempting to take Care of you even after you said I was needy, I stayed awake Sober while I put you to bed. I covered you in blankets we shared Wiped puke off of your face I did not mind having to stay there (Boots weren't that hard to unlace) Helping makes me feel good If I was the one passed out by two I know without doubt you would Take care of me the same way too
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Passed Out By Two
There is something big behind you And you don’t know what it is But you know you have to run That you've always been running The thing behind you Is always bigger than you But you've always taken it down And down And down In the past, you’ll do it again and again and again Because you have to Because it’s your responsibility Though you don’t remember accepting it Because who else would be there If you weren't? And all you want Is to unlace your boots To lay down your guns To let someone else take up the hunt But the thing behind you Is only behind you And it’s always Always Bigger than you.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
The Bigger They Are
they knew all along how i would smile knowingly and tangle my thoughts with obvious memories, visualizing our fingers laced together. they knew how i would close my eyes and picture you next to me masking me from everything and everyone evil. it's odd, they knew everything yet they ripped you away from me too fast for me to unlace my fingers from yours.
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
7 years