7
Nov
7
Nov
i remember our simple love.
holding each other at night.
Tight.
like children afraid of summer thunder.
i would cling toyou like the last straw in quicksand.
And your loving hands would press me genly,
as if i were a delicate flower,
petals shyly folding.
i wish for those times.
when it was enough to watch t.v. and laugh at the world.
when our silence meant only warm contentment.
when i only knew a tear during moments of
explosive
releasing
Joy.
i wish i had not outgrown you.
i wish i could turn back and run into your arms.
i wish, at least, that i had not broken your spirit,
when i relaxed my grip.
but i am not the same girl you loved.
nor am i the lady who left you.
finally,
i have become a woman.
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6
Nov
i am
immersed in eyes pouring clouds of perpetual incineration-
we are ageless, burning at its height.
i am
held by eyes to my bed and to his skin-
we are one implication of vivid saturation.
i am
enthralled by the live connection between eyes that flash the progression of our affection through time as it stands still
we are wired on the intonation of each others inhalation of elation
i am
transformed into pure Love at these moments when our words unite with our thoughts joining us through breath, blending with our gazes and our movement stirs us into one entity.
we are one.
it is
intense.
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