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You can like sex. But only make love to your lover.

your soul.

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“IV vicibus in anno”

Clenching my pure spirit between the teeth of your lascivious smirk, Slashing my character with the movement of your lewd palms against my temple, Grasping my world in and out of your own pleasure at the cost of my terror. In the year of your tongue you took me through confusion The year of your palms brought me an immoral pleasure in pain The 12 months of your body sent me to a heart’s purgatory The 366 days of your spirit carried me to a sea of my own tears You assaulted the fields of my kingdom, left me barren for what seemed a lifetime. And now all I seek is recompense …. And all I offer is forgiveness …. Four long years in 48 short months Even the time in which I’ve carried you is a paradox …. In all that time I attempted to conjure up the words, the moment In which I’d tell her about you, how I could begin to explain, if she could fathom that …. I entertained the suffering you caused me, so much so, It has taken me until now, to courageously define myself Someone so far developed, matured, cultured, and refined, Than the naïve child you broke and whose innocence you ran away with.

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"Replenish"

I paid for all my larger sins,

                and prayed in thankfulness that he let me keep you in our ocean of recollection.

I found it my duty to intimately surrender unto you my every secret,

                my principal thought to relinquish all my fear ….. casting all my being within you

So that today, as you looked into my eyes ….

                you no longer saw a lost boy who stole your heart with a  smile,

                who trespassed with empty promises, meaningless statements,

But so that, when we locked gazes, you recognized a man made to love you & God alone.

Now, with every gentle touch, yearning thought …..

I replenish the storehouse of your heart with all I once stole.

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"As It Is"

As it is .... In my life I wish that it all made sense, that my life was predestined and laid before me more than it already is .... But that very structure I seem to crave in my own fear, is the exact thing I keep running from within myself .... As It Is .... It's my life to live

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Lost Letters - XXXIV

I call out for you the only way I know how….with my innermost and sacred of thoughts, in the hopes you requite my passions. Let our words drip with the richness yet practicality of milk and honey. May our movements embody love, our glares capture the essence of desire, our memories intoxicate ‘til the end of time. Requite my love or requite my pain but don’t dare confine me to the purgatory of your heart. Ease this circumstance, if not for us then for yourself, if not for you then for me, but ease it and relinquish it from us both. How do you not suffer the same, encounter the emptiness, the rage, the melancholy? Make me your muse, and use my thick brown curls as the brush to our life’s blank canvas, paint with the pink and red of my full lips, the firm lips that held yours in and out of time for moments on end. Mold me into a masterpiece, for both our sakes. Encounter me in my entirety, to discover true creation in the birth of our Siamese soul, a twin of my own thought and spirit, as dependent on me as I am of you. Gaze into its existence and find the pearls of life’s treasure. But if I must convince you of the righteousness in our union then I will enrapture you with my only vices….word, grace, and sensuality.

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"White Roses in May"

I lived for an hour, What more can I tell? Loved bloomed like a flower, And the petals fell. What do I do with the rest of these lonely days and cold nights?

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"Requite"

I have nowhere near all the answers, but the questions.

I need to know how sincere these motives are that you call true.

So much so,

That I swallowed every Sound of you,

                                     Kissed every image,

                                     Touched each smell

Until I was able,

                                    To define every subtle feature of you in my sincerest of thoughts and recounts.

Until I capture,

                                     The complete essence of your distinctive personality, the traits and second nature of your actions.

Until I can,

                                     See myself within you, and you within myself, the divine mirroring of our requited passion.