Kewayne Wadley Poems

Baby you remind me of my hands
Warm & carefree,
Not the cleanest but clean.
I lost them in a deal.
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In the times I thought of you
it fell like drops of rain
splashing against my lips covering my head,
My head became drenched
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The touch of your lips felt as heavenly as heaven.
Calmly peering into the eyes that indeed looked on, watching in wonderment.
I was a tourist here. To the touch of your embrace.
Not once did I lose interest upon losing myself. It was impossible not to look up as the ceiling above me disappeared.
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Her face was beautiful enough to be hung along the walls of museums.
It's not that they wouldn't except her but her face alone was meant for more.
Her smile would shed the brightest light making the sun shine in another part of the sky.
Afraid it would be drowned in the light of her smile.
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To the people who live in your hair,
Wrapped in beautiful black wool,
Confined to roots that blow against the wind.
Do they notice the change of climate as they laugh and play in their huts made of wool.
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Let me spoil your lips with words that reflect the sweetest nectar found in apples, peaches, pears,
Let me search the sands of your body as deep within lies a fountain that splashes with an echo that cries loudly to overflow gently as an stream.
Forceful.
Not Knowing where it goes.
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Cupid shot his arrow into Poseidon's divine sea,
Unsure what treasure would be uncovered.
Maybe love, farfetched from a short lived fling.
Maybe a hymn, sought by a heartfelt dreamer not sure what to believe.
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My head belongs where your chest throbs the softest,
Is there such a caress anywhere else? !
As the flesh is a just vacation.
Temporary to an emotion felt deep within.
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I wish I could capture our love.
Moments that pass rapidly as each kiss left upon your lips.
I wouldn't want to disrupt the way each strand of your hair lays as it covers your face.
A ball of emotion as bodies tangle, engaged in the midst of how we feel.
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Before you appeared.
I guess you can say I always looked at life as being on an deserted island.
Stuck.
Watching the tide as it passes.
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