Tag: cryptic poetry

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The best lover

I told myself I could be the best lover

Listen to me

I told myself I could form the fairytales with words and my own hands

With imagination and soul

Choosing to go where the sky bends

And the water calls me out and balances me

Soothed over as honey

On a chest so sweet

So deep dark and brown

Sitting under crowns

Floating on clouds

I believed it, yes I believed it

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Oh

Oh benevolent

beloved be as you are

and I’ll make love with you

sing praises between you

Hmmm the way that we blend

and a scent so sweet

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August 12, 2015

I need a soul to look at. No stimulation stems from rocks. I enjoy my shadows. We dance together in dead streets. We like to hold hands and create tornadoes. In the hands of relation and this chaotic lifeless shapeless home.