anthony quiles Poems

would you hold me,
even for just one moment,
I know you don´t feel that way,
but, could you close your eyes and
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heavenly tingling stars, awake beyond loves sight...
I like jam and I like toast, but I like to jam on the toast the most...
stars, moons, and rainbows, but mostly - dust bunnies...
voices searching for soft filtered love,
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complex as a French film makers plot,
as fragile as the petals on a rose,
delicate as a souffle,
as unchanging as the wind,
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she plays among the stars,
a mystical, magical haven,
to keep at bay the pain,
and she a celestial body.
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no time for this...
it seems
the less I have to do,
the less time
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a rainy afternoon,
silky flowered lavender scented laced sheets,
as soft notes play,
melodic,
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time passed,
moving along the way,
along cobblestone streets,
thru dark alleyways,
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her love wrapped itself around my heart,
like ivy,
clinging,
intertwining itself,
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searching,
looking,
ahead,
and tripping over those things I seek,
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night falls,
shattering smiles,
across the darkness,
as misty dreams slowly reveal,
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