jolenish fiber Poems

It is warm,
but not warm enough.
So I dig up the bed,
turn up the soil,
...

I drink nature in a glass every day.
In the flowers that smell of a fragrance so honey,
and walk the trails laden with pine's bristles,
I find the solitude that makes my soul sigh.
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there is a different fragrance from my body
in the heat of the summer
when the rays of warmth and UV come down
on my brown hair, and on my shoulders and back.
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My heart is driven and sure, black and white are clear.
There are things to be tended to, people to take care of.
Relations. Projects. Responsibility is wafting in my face like a bed scent.
Fantasies return, I'm talking to myself again, dreams are more wild.
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A boy
who was special.
He was so sweet, and smart, and kind.
He was fun, and had his own mind,
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I must die first, my love,
I must go before you,
and there is nothing for it.
You will say 'No I must.'
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I was walking down the back road by the coffee shop when I
noticed there was some music playing inside still.
Though it was dark, a few people were still seated inside.
Thought I would fancy a nice cup of chai tea and sat myself down.
...

like hot wax
and melted honey,
skin to skin we are.
grind harder,
...

i don't like to leave,
but i so much look forward to missing you.
knowing what you look like,
but can't see,
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