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I remember tenderly—that opening you
and I embrace; a casual
fondling of souls amid muted conversation (
saying something, without ordered variation—
a symphony by unison), witness
to a flowering closeness;
calculated by scent alone
the intimation of that exquisite first stroke
—a rhythmic intersection of organs
nightly warming;
and I embrace; a casual
fondling of souls amid muted conversation (
saying something, without ordered variation—
a symphony by unison), witness
to a flowering closeness;
calculated by scent alone
the intimation of that exquisite first stroke
—a rhythmic intersection of organs
nightly warming;
Literature
affection drive
If I recycled
the love littered at your feet
hearts would starve no more.
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whisper
your voice shivers through
me like breezes shaking
time-worn boughs
(and I cannot
resist that
ancient call)
slide your whispers
along skin, let them
sink deep as bone
breathe my name,
a fervent, sighing
psalm
and I will lift my
face to your sun and
unfurl my limbs
singing like new leaves
dancing in the
warm winds
of spring
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We Watched Ourselves Dissipate
we caught our breath with butterfly nets
and exhaled
the pieces of each other's wings
that stuck in our lungs.
the sky gave a shiver and the stars
unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering
and fluttering
toward us.
plucking them from the air, they slip
between our fingertips
and fall like butterfly wings
to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with
our metallic hearts
that control this unsteady rhythm of
love crescendos
and staccato love-making.
like conductors in an orchestra.
our lives write the love songs.
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Your contrasting of silence and casual acquaintance with the melodious sensations of romance in every form of speech makes the reader (or this reader) feel very close to the moment, while the slighty juddering rhythm makes me think of breathing intervals. Your description is so rich it feels voyeuristic to read (which I'm just dirty enough to like, hahaha!)