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In the spring of her youth

she slowly learned about love

how gently

her petals fell

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Our love

a continuous dialogue

a reflection

of our best selves

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She arches like a lover her words aphrodisiac

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He kissed her crooked spine his saccharine lips against lithe wrists scented poppy seeds

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Afternoon soliloquies between parted knees he undresses her light

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She brings beauty to the mundane an alchemy of ransacking riches sweeter than any mans name

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I do a bit of poetry myself and I just wanted you to know how much I enjoy your flow, diction, and the emotional expression within your writing. You've got a real gift. (Plus I don't normally have to look up words, so props on your vocabulary!)

Wow, thank you so much for thinking highly of my writing. This means a lot to me. 

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Between sighs of pleasure I float upon acquiesce Blooming flowers within my veins.

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Unhurried ganders

at the sky

are as vulnerable as 

you

captivating

receding

in darker hues

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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

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  What profound

understatement

it would be

to have you 

next to me.

They do not know

our silence,

a poem itself,

is our most

sadistic masterpiece.

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Hemmed scars

translucent 

as our sins.

Incandescent as light

by night

it all fades.

Our synchronized hearts

a beating metronome

of disdain.

We glance within

silken sheets.

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"Mr. False pretense, you don't make sense"

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Tracing misshapen 

eclipses

of the moon 

upon your chest

as polymorphously perverse

I digress

Indulging

within you

I am

at best

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Entranced

within time

are sedated

fleets

Defaced pages

of eulogy

Exhaled hymns

only you and I

seem to speak

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.

Jelaluddin Rumi

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