If I could take the world
into my world;
If I could be God-like
what would I do
...
Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
...
'I am the Winter Flower'
she said
'the opposite of the Summer Ones.'
...
Strewn on the ground
were the nouns;
the gerunds
and the active verbs,
...
I feel like a train sometimes
that can't get no locomotin.'
My wheels lumber
...
I have seen Passion Storm
and sweep away obstacles.
Did Romeo and Juliet's
...
There is a single leaf flying
in this my autumn gloaming,
a leaf fluttering light
as if being orchestrated
...
My grandmother used to say
don't marry for money
but stay open-minded.
...
If I can but see
those reaching arms before me,
feel flat against my chest
...
I am Violences' Victim
which scarred my soul
slammed it down
to earthly hell
...
The problem is metaphoric;
I live inside lines
which only approximate
but do not satisfy.
...
Oh, to be soul-kissed
the deep kiss;
mouth brushing past
parted lips.
...
I don't want to wait until I'm dead
to tell people I love them.
Don't want to be deceased
...
Two men in ragged clothing
sat beside the road
alert and on the hunt.
Each watched a different direction
...
I picked her up in the deep snow
hair piled to the side of her face,
snowflakes sparkles
sprinked there;
...
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Breathe Me
Come closer;
I need to feel
your body
heat.
Your breath,
on my face;
I paint
you inside my eyes
so I can see you
all the time-
look at the
nape
of your neck,
its curvature;
your eyes.
All slopes away
to my waiting soul
which pauses
at odds times
in the day to
look at you.
My finger tip
has a tiny glow
as I trace
across your lips;
as I move close behind you
worshiping in that cathedral body space
between us;
static electricities crackle;
small lighting bolts
spark.
Give me;
your anticipation;
drape me
in your contour
as we
sooth screaming desire
furtively.
Put my hand
beside your face;
my mouth to your mouth
as I feel your body tingling
tremoring,
soft quakings
from kneading touches
which occasion
others:
stellar propulsions
and more lighting strike intensities.
You exhale slowly;
intake again,
swelling;
your breath is a
warm effusion and egress
surging into me
lung ward
between soft lips;
where all settles in
like home;
I feel you quiver
and release.
I really liked your poem, I pictured your conscious saying no or yes.I think also we have to think twice and be ourself no matter what.Good job