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These fallible bodies getting in the way
Of our universal souls meshing Tracing Rorschach designs on her hip My mind erases upon naked flesh
She caught me caught dancing in her slip
& the glory of sunshine after the rain She smiled in spite of being nervous Hoping life could begin without the pain
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Tracing your collarbone
Your heartbeat, my tranquility Posed in your heirloom pearls Emboldened to be the best of my ability Like this: Like Loading...
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Sheets & reams of the nonsensical
Literary blood lost in the shadow of ink The lifeforce of a simmering soul Marginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sink
Leaving behind the caricature of an artist Contributions to society felt in these empty sheets Fingersmudges marking pages not so white Starkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streets Traces of hereditary ideals eroding away Igniting pages shall still be a stilted sin Yet we rise again from our desert floor Eternally grateful our finite letters aren’t porcelain Like this: Like Loading...
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I trace your lips with my finger
Such pouty perfection in this face I want to devour you right here But in public is not the proper place So I whisper one word: “tonight” & let you think upon that all day You’ll stew & simmer & imagine How all this love will be conveyed Like this: Like Loading...
Tracing toes to thighs
Knowing how the game is played
& the truth I’ll never deny
Everything I do, I do to get laid
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I can use all the proper words
When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowly reveal My God woman! You have the loveliest rack! Like this: Like Loading...
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Tracing these feelings back
Wondering where you began to care Why did you lose your resolve & fall in love in the summer’s glare
A palm grove as a backdrop Kissing quietly behind the reeds Feeling more than you had expected Unsure of the coming needs
Layers of sand now everywhere Breeze feeling cool upon your bare hips Hopeful surprises found refreshing Nothing less than passion upon your lips Like this: Like Loading...
Finding refuge in my dreams
Traipsing through Baudelaire’s flowers I sing a silent dirge to my soul Tracing her petals within Summer’s shower
Caught in the currents of missteps Former words no longer voiced Lightness of a delicate vision We heard the morning’s rain rejoice
Politely declining a dreadful umbrella Walking out, always been man enough to weep Soaked; tears all the way through Drowning; maybe now the sunset will let me sleep Like this: Like Loading...
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Thought it to be an easy read
Yet the words were hard to digest Meaning dancing slowly in my mind Subtly creeping past the singular rest
Retracing lines to navigate ritual
Where do we reform elegant words Removed from obvious transparency Heaped among the notorious & absurd
But we can still be returned to normal
Reassembled without any scars of the war Truth absolved of the fictions we wrote Back to the pages I quietly implore Like this: Like Loading...
Touched by the whim of God
Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places
Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips
My benign lunacy comes in traces
Diluted measurements by midmorning
With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee
Bringing small obsessions in my mind
When the local widows invite me for tea
Entering only after a courteous introduction
No need to intrude on our nebulous beliefs
A shared sacrilege when I watch her curtsey
Dropping to our knees; praying for some relief Like this: Like Loading...
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Trying to recreate life
In spite of these ink-stained fingers
The smudges in the interior margins
Forgotten, yet where light tends to linger
These days aren’t so easily understood
I contradict back onto myself
Leaving traces in my erratic wake
All I know – Love has been my only true wealth Like this: Like Loading...
Dimples; the marks of the fairies
Their love touched upon the very faces
Chosen to endure above the others
Dimmed, but remaining vague traces
Magic’s residue upon your life
Nature knowing what is true
Selected to be special
Out of all the woods, they settled upon you Like this: Like Loading...
Tracing the bindings of Dostoyevsky
Along with Tolstoy & Solzhenitsyn on my shelves The salve for my weaker moments & a morning shot since we cannot save ourselves
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