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the sun overhead,
arms and calves exposed
to the glow, to your glow.
linger with me, soft and slowly
the rush around my darkened ankles,
clothes ..
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i'll rewind your song on sleep's soundboard
written for repose and inducing rest
with a strummed lullaby.
my offerings are less...
just silly litt..
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that night, i felt
a course run through me,
archaic means to explain
a blood rush.
slumbering softly,
residual embers
that gave me sleep.
morni..
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raucous, moonlit laughter
hidden beneath
a stone ledge.
the greenery shades
our drunken haze.
but adam's nowhere
to be seen
in paradise.
ser..
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the night cannot find
the two held closely
breathing each other in.
as bodies curve and mold
and sleep rests on eyelashes
willing to fall.
i'm e..
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a small perception, a blank
of words and time
and touch.
and i realised then,
we never said anything
that we really meant.
when you wrote reams
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on days like these,
i forget my umbrella
but you remember me.
you think of me
at piano keys,
but the rain still falls.
underneath our umbrella,..
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"it matters not," he says
"you are who you are
your stories, your scars,
past lovers
build up like sediment
to form what i love best...
and wha..
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i suppose it might be coffee, it might be
the film i watched with you
my curtains were open and
breathing the night air--
and why should i sleep?
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maladroit, my maladroit
some end of summer symphony
where you saw fit to leave me.
impassioned apologies
from a passionless heart
cold that aches..
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