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swanning through the chaos

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HARSH

The streetlight highlights your elegant profile through the trees.

Or is it the moon?

Turning her back on me pretending not to see.

Sitting can’t hide the length of your legs.

I'm in a trance as you talk.

Your tone

A little more harsh than the others.

A jaded eye viewing this world.

You don't know.

You don't know how much it takes me not to crawl into your lap

And shush you.

Whisper all will be well.

Running my fingers across your forehead.

Soft butterfly kisses.

Harsh is walking away

After connecting with just a look

And leaving all that I can’t say on the sidewalk.

With only one backward glance.

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I was reading Washington Square

And we looked up from our books at the same time.

I knew with the sureness of a gambler right before his rival's fold,

You would have me.

Brave.

Bold.

The nuances of your plain beauty blossoming before me.

Your colour giving voice to what burned inside,

As you touched my arm.

Your finger a silky thimble as it weaved the flames higher.

Who else knows of this siren that lives within?

An angel's fall from grace

If we continue.

When finally we clasp hands,

Unseen,

And your thumb gently,

Firmly,

Passes over mine,

Your dark eyes,

Once unknowable,

Want only me.

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Slowly like the summer sun setting

Or the way good tea is brewed

Lust simmered quietly.

Heat in your cat eyes whenever you looked my way.

My chest rising to meet your lips with every word you spoke.

A delicious ache.

Finally, behind backs,

Before God,

First touch.

My finger taking its time stroking your golden arm

Down to your hand.

Your finger in my palm

A log in its hearth

Emitting that orange flame within.

Back and forth we went.

Our heads leaning closer

Until the game became too dangerous to play.

There's a thin line between lust and love,

Hope and despair,

Awareness and bliss.

Its a path I ardently take.

No backward glances of regret at what we left behind.

I follow you.

[galexico-blog]

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WORDS NOBODY ASKED FOR

I write verse that does not rhyme.

The lines have no meter.

They dont believe in structure.

The words are bored at my lack of education.

"He doesn't even try."

But my soul doesn't care.

These thoughts may linger like a remembrance of an old affair.

Or they will move on like a one night stand.

But they will connect.

For writers know and can express what lie in the unexplained shadows—

the shadows we fear or run to.

I gather the words I find there hoping to make some sense.

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I can catch a cloud.

Easy as stopping a wave.

I can't unlove you.

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Soft. Gentle. Is how I remember your first touch.

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In The Dark

Walking in the rose garden after the rain,

The heady perfume mingles with wet earth.

Raw.

Vulnerable.

The decadence of the lingering sea air on driftwood.

Briny.

Honest.

The heat of you

In all these notes,

Rises to my nose

As I trace your body with my lips.

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Walking in the rose garden after the rain,

The heady perfume mingled with wet earth.

Raw.

Vulnerable.

The decadence of the lingering sea air

On driftwood

Briney.

Honest.

The heat of you

In all of these notes,

Rises to my nose.

As I trace your body with my lips.

[samuelpoachess]

❤️

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Untitled

So much of boyhood is spent running.

Running through empty fields and forgotten paths

Short cuts through alleys and backyards.

We run the bases,

And across the finish line. Never tiring of it.

Where were we going?

When an hour felt like a day -

Running from ourselves,

Running toward who we would become.

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Don't ever let me go

Those strong shoulders that have held so much

Don't know the burden of me

I'll make myself lighter

You won't feel me

Tucked in just so.

A feather

A flower

A wisp of smoke.

Your smell becomes my odor.

[quotefeeling]

“Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it. It just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you.”

— Kevin Brooks

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I like this quote. It reminds us healing isn't just for the victim but for the abuser as well.

#victom #abuser

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I didn't want to leave you,

But you said, "I'm draggin' you down."

I promised.

"I'm the one you break promises for."

So I walked away.

I'm like Rose telling Jack,

"Get off of this door - you're weighing us down!

I'll love you forever

but I need to live a life of adventure."

You were right.

I feel better.

Lighter.

No baggage to claim.

But Rose, you were stupid.

Adventure doesn't take place on a mountain,

up a tree,

or with strangers.

Adventure begins with what you have inside.

[querelleofbros]

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Having had to ask this many times, D and E are a great addition.

[quotefeeling]

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring