Unrequitted Love "I love you, I love you" she says."I know, I know" I reply.I have felt your eyes like knivescarve round my unrelenting form;memorialize and etch my every feature.I, selfishly trapped within your eternity.I do not want this immortality, your rose quartz cage.Let me breathe and strain, let me make mistakes.Spill the blood of creation in curling wavesso that I may learn their currents and eddies best.O Great Gods, grant me anything but you!"I love you, I love you!" she cries."I know, I know..." I reply,and, weary, walk away.
Only White Yes, judge me. Pilehatreds upon hatreds onDefenseless pale skin.Reverse past-bound tides ofoppressive histories currentsomehow with our moderntimes.If I were brown, or red, oryellow, or discontent, youwould venerate and raiseme to your shoulders crying“here indeed is a saint forus all.”But I have no shield ofcolor-full histories andethnically valid heritage.My brown hair and blueeyes give voice tothe idea that I amalways wrong.
Accepting a passing Someday I will an old woman be, with hair hanging gray and wrinkles all down.The flip of my hand and shining skin flee with only a husk to remain.Grant a light to shine even when the colors shall fade, slow trickle down.May a heart now strong remain as such then when only my soul remains.
Introduction I can see her standing there in front of me, the woman that I have never met. She is so beautiful. I don't know what color her hair is, if it's gray with age yet, or still in the full bloom of youth. Her eyes twinkle back and forth, brown, green, blue. Lips wax and wane, full and red, thin and animated, framing a smile so radiant I feel the sun should just give up and retire. Sometimes she's tall and strong, other times she's small and wispy. But that beauty, that draw, it's always the same.As she walks the path ahead of me, I can see an entire life unfold around her. Walking along a seaside waterfront, hand in hand, commenting on the anti
Melancholly Morning Melancholy Morning She smiled. It was a faint gesture, soft and sweet, almost as gentle as the pale pink rose which brought it to the surface. He watched in quite awe as the smile spread to her cheeks, her eyes, causing them to spark with silver highlights, like moonlight dancing on an old womans' hair. I teven seemed to spread over her nose, her eyebrows, her hair; smoothing over everything like a thin layer of honey. She glanced up at him, then back at the rose, and he could see her cheeks brighten with red. "It's a beautiful rose..." she murmured, looking up at him again. "Thank you." It was his turn to smile. He leaned f
Detective Detective Tarise groaned as she looked down at the forms littering the table in front of her. "Ugh, why me?? Why did I have to get this bloody assignment... Of all the detectives.. I get this stupid one.. Ugh...." she ruffled through the papers, not noticing the back door open. She almost jumped as a hand brushed gently across her red hair. "Don't scare me like that...." She muttered. She already knew who it was. Jimothy chuckled softly. He leaned down and rested his chin on her head, looking over her work. "Me, scare you, oh great detective woman?" "Yes. I mean, look at what this case is! I've been looking at since I got home! Loo
Sorrow I saw her first beside the bay,her hair caught up by the breeze;a full minute I stood, all forgotten in the wake of her; I rememberedas a boy being caught by surf andnearly drowned, in tumbling waters;I gasped, for fear I'd drown again,my feet firmly on the earth.She was still young enoughto be unaffectedly adorable;unself-conscious enoughto be accidentally gorgeous;She had sight and poiseenough to hold her wisdom;Grace enough to blush whenshe stole this sailors' heart.Bright and vivacious herclever mind shone out fromgreen eyes like a warning - "There will be rocks, butI will help you find them."She
Heaven Heaven is what Itaste, in every kiss-our voices twined inthe holiest chorus.The profane with youbecomes the sacred;the meeting of skinakin to a prayer.Our movements are likedaily prostrations;every gasp and moana call to worship.God sent love asa gift, a mercy,to all mankind. Idid not believe untilyou.
Drink Unassuming pale exteriorhiding vast acres of ocean -broad, smooth, shifting,lightly white capped andhome to thousands of silver fishthoughts, twinkling.I want to sail in you,tracking every current,learning every breeze,dip my hands and taste the salt of your mind,soft on my tongue. Toswim with fish; the fins of your thoughts makinga tracery of patterns on my skin - covering thespectrum of sensation from innerto outer and back.
Hold my Hand (I will see you)see the silver locksover ocean eyesskin glowing pale a bright flicker to(I will touch you)touch with theselovers questing handsexplore smoothness androughness and(I will smell you)smell the sweet salt oflips and cheeks andhidden placesthe vapor of your(I will taste you)taste your words andthoughts and dreamsan effervescent rushover teeth and tongue(I will feel you)feel you moving in meas a tide a pulldeep and curiouslike a half-heard melody(and I will be content)
Words react a sudden sparkflicker in this darknessWhat?reach to pick it up butthere is another handWho?grasps at this round hotsoft sudden commonalityWhy?unexpected shine therea fondness, a startling..When?did this happen in dreamsdeep slow burning thingsWhere?are we going, we who reachedwe who touched, we whosparked
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