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It was difficult to say
exactly when I was cut loose.
The familiar feeling of floating
became the feeling of falling.
The the realization came that
this feeling ended in a crash. | | |
| My past torments me, I can’t escape this place,
For with a photographic memory, forever I see every face,
And every expression, happy or sad,
Every night before I sleep, it tries to drive me mad,
It shows me every mistake I’ve made,
And everything I regret,
Everything I’ve ever wanted, but for some reason couldn’t get,
It shows me every time I’ve failed, everything I want to forget,
Because my memory won’t ever let me get ahead
And every night, I fight and fight, every night
And for some reason I always win,
Even when the battle looks dim,
For the same thing that torments me, also saves my life,
For every negative thing it shows me, it shows me something I’ve done right,
Something that makes me happy,
And replenishes my will to fight, every night
And keeps me here, my memory is my light | | |
| I want to breathe flamenco
within your eyes ~
stacatto heels tapping & turning
on the wooden floor;
touching your arm,
teasing movement close,
then swirling away like the wind
upon the horizons of your heart
where I linger like music,
inspire like rhythm.
Surrounded by metal & concrete, airless
while my Soul yearns for trees,
the soothing sounds
of a river flowing in my veins;
you recline upon my banks,
languid with Love.
I am fiery with imagination,
encrusted & bejeweled with Truth.
I wait for your fevered fingers
to find my landscape softly,
weary of dancing alone.
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| If you are the fruit I should not take of, Then I am lost for how could I resist Your nectar, and sweet flesh.
I saw your eyes but was told not to look
I felt your breath and was told not to inhale
I beheld your beauty and was told not to desire
I heard your voice but was told to be silent
All is forbidden for you are not mine.
Yet;
your eyes hold my gaze
your breath fills me
your beauty burns me
your voice destroys me.
How could I not
be lost in your eyes
take all your sighs
explore your beauty
and only hear your voice.
I must take of you and risk my soul
for only a moment of ecstasy and heaven with you. | | |
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