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Tess Calogaras Mar 2017
In your body I can breathe,
your fragrance,
my exhale,
your voice,
my internal sigh.
The bed is our familiar,
so hard for us to go.
To leave this oasis,
where we fit so mosaic
like cherry blossoms in spring
or rooftops filled with rain.
I hate how vapid I become
as I stargaze at the sun.
Leave me dozy,
laughable at best,
dumbstruck devotion.
You are my only.
Tu es mon amour.
Tessa Calogaras
Copyright 2017
Tess Calogaras Mar 2017
Words like water,
oh how the speech can delay.
Dripping eloquent but lost to rivers,
indulged in deluge,
overwhelmed in expression, comments and decree.
I want you here,
oceans away.

How can I touch the chatter,
be diluted in a voice.
Move me with your extract,
alluded, trembling from afar.
Waking up to different sides of the moon
I need you here,
sunshines away.

and the blades from petals still stabbed
like it was torture
though it crumbled in effect
why the trouble for pistol flowers
when aching is within a splinter.

Something so beautiful,
lost to an operating system.
Quiet rumbles, not big enough
to make a sound.
Even if I screamed,
my vocals typed to characters,
you would not,
could not hear my strain.

Efflorescence,
our love it blooms.
Flourished in email, video plays, stills.
Across the ocean I came,
to wake up in the sunshine,
with the moon at our side.

Sprouting up new love,
greater than we thought equip.
Even through storms, snow, rain,
I am ecstatic here,
your body I call my house,
your smile I call my home.
Copyright Tessa Calogaras
2017
Tess Calogaras Jun 2016
There's nothing like,
that heart breaking feeling
of realising all your work
was meaningless.
The time and effort.
The thoughts imploded.
Cheeky grins 
and hidden sighs,
wasted on an evening.
Nothing like utter failure,
to take you back to gloom.
Heart in your throat;
choking back your stamina.
What felt like a real connection,
turned into just another bottle.
Perhaps tomorrow you'll think of me,
sober and agonised. 
Steal a kiss between coffee breaks,
and admit that you were scared.
But I doubt that'll be the case,
unsightly girls like I,
never get to relish in their feat.
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Tessa Calogaras
Tess Calogaras Jun 2016
How they move, skin aching.
Tenants weeping;
Sudden.
Their bodies outcry.
Dance and frighten each other into their skin.
Turning bones into shadows,
Light into darkness.
They leap,
Falling into colour, into hues;
Saturated.
Two girls;
short hair;
linger.
Lustfully.
Eroding,
Over dessert suns
from each others body heat.
I wanted to tell them,
It would all get better.
That gloom might start to overlook your love,
But soon the luminescence will radiate the dark,
While you crumble into one another.
Tessa Calogaras
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Tess Calogaras Jun 2016
Excited fingertips
Tapping high notes
Just outside my door.
Their parallel delirium
dithered unshackled in the air.

“How could it be so funny?”
So many long years together
to snigger at the joke.
Such an extensive lifetime;
he still manages to makes her laugh.

Caught vague and ******.
I am the troll sullen in my cave.
Decrepit
The cave-dwelling brute,
scowling lone amid her haven.

Their cackles won’t stop
And my retreat is just a shelter
That that keeps out all the rest.
Tessa Calogaras
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Tess Calogaras May 2016
Let me take a dip
Among all your fevered kinks.
Leave me saturated and tense.
Swallow whole;
your hysteria and guilt.
Walk the night without a change of view.
Sleep noble decadent,
Providing you leave before
daybreak sets the scene.
A quiet night
Of internal sighs;
Ringing in your ear.
No need for an act of pretence;
Make sure to quit while you’re ahead.
Don’t fool a heart with flattery.
Nonessential encouragement
Only further stretched the blame.
Just let me domesticate the beast,
And for an instant live inside its pain.
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Tessa Calogaras
Tess Calogaras May 2016
Feeding my fetish whims
through compromise;
He dangles right in front of me.
Such an easy task to slit his throat
and watch him bleed.
But like a cat
I prefer it utmost
when I play vicious with my tea.
Wearied tedious without a mouse
Between my claws;
Let me gorge you
just to mollify a need
Fruitful *******,
Foolishness at best.
You’ll leave me empty handed
But my teeth marks left a mark
And my fangs still made you bleed.
Tessa Calogaras
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