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Those words.
Almost
But not
Spoken.
Written
But not
Sent.
Thought
But not
Said.
Those arms.
Right there
But not
Reaching.
Em..
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The eggshells I tread
To avoid your pique
Every step cut me deeper
Now their memories I keep
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When bad feelings
Bred of disappointment and frustration
Have begun to crowd out the good feelings
From times now distant
And long unfueled
I..
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My sun has moved well past overhead.
Indeed, it may be close to dipping into the horizon.
Sometimes the sun sets quickly.
Sometimes the orange ball..
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It got by me, but I had meant to mark
That certain date on this year’s calendar.
The 2nd anniversary.
Of the time we last had intimacy.
T..
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If you’re gonna steer,
Your hands must be on the wheel.
You’re in control, dear.
In loving, you know,
As well as in driving cars,
..
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Your curls spill across the pillowIn the slanted lightYour body softly risesThen settles.I watch.Unable to waitI kiss your eyesThenyour toes.You stir ..
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We were so youngWhen we pairedAttractedBy our radical youthThinking ourselvesRebellious and boldWith the maturityOf teenage grownupsAttachedBy our sam..
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There’s a hardened placeIn my headSolid and roughWhere you resideA place just porous enoughFor me to accessMy memories of youWith an inner coreO..
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"I see you," she said, as she slowly crept across the night sky, leaving behind a faint trail of sparkling dust.
“I see YOU,” he said, ..
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