Rachel Henley

I ask of you something dear.
Something heartfelt and somewhat sincere.
Hold the one you love,
Closer now, and ever so near.
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A violent flourish of love,
rushing and bursting, in veins and arteries.
Breathing life into old aching bones.
Pumping muscles with a fast paced rhythm.
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There are no thoughts I share,
My woes that are entirely my own.
I suffer from loneliness,
and it shakes me to the bone.
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Your name is lost on my lips.
Thoughts of you, written from my finger tips.
Your existence seems to be nothing to me.
To those who know me well.
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Let me slide my fingers, in between the gaps of yours.
Clutch your hand as if we're about to do a leap of faith.
A risk that only two inseparable lovers would take.
We do not know where this fall will take us.
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Write me a poem my love,
Dedicate the words to me,
Look me in the eyes and recite it.
And I will give all my love to thee.
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Merchant ships come to the shore,
Sailors love and leave for the sea,
It does not matter where we make port,
only where, we call home.
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Where does love go?
Does it leave the soul and the mind?
Oh, tell me where my parents keep it!
How can you make it last for all time?
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If I do not board this train now,
I am afraid I never will.
This place is beautiful,
this place is all I ever wanted,
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We exchange glances,
like cars on the motorway,
a smirk here, a giggle there,
the brief eye contact,
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I miss your footsteps in the hallway.
Arriving home from work at 6, always.
You would always forget to wipe your feet.
Leaving a trail of dirty footprints for me.
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I can only offer you a poets passion.
In the most dignified fashion.
Creative torment and lack of understanding from anyone.
Are two frequent attributes of mine.
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this heart knows pain,
as frequent as rain,
and harsh as snow,
wherever, whatever the weather,
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Find in my words a friend for yourself.
In times or triumph or dispair,
your friend will always be here,
with only the words to care,
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Beloved sister,
Deep in thought you always are.
Believing your below the clouds.
When you're a star.
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I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness.
I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me.
I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.
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I spend seconds alone,
Throwing smiles, giving waves.
I spend minutes alone,
Engaging in conversations.
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Never make love like you have before,
Never be afraid to taste danger,
And take turns to mop the floor.
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Why are poets so sad?
Why are the writers sticking feelings
in things that don't matter at all.
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You taught me to run with scissors.
I broke all the rules under the influence.
We always knew it was going to end badly.
Still I persisted to defy all regulations.
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