Soft lips caress gently on cheek to gain
the tender response,
The man in all his warmth
of the embrace…overcome
As arms wrap tightly, protecting the
other of everything
Or, anything capable of penetrating
the barriers created
When we are alone
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As I thought laying in bed,
You were in the next room
I figured you’d grab that kitchen knife
shove the blade in my back
Using the crease of my spine as a reference
Splitting open the surface
Leaving me for dead to walk among the other haunts
Who wander looking for interaction, any kind of human compassion
Some kind of consideration of thought
So that we may return home
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Reminiscing, or living
Maybe you are as I am,
I am as you were
In opposite directions
traveling through the empty
spaces of mind in time
.
Do we pass one by
on a future fateful night
Of cross street glances
Or in writing,
connecting on understanding
Psychedelic musings of drifting into
and out of oblivion?
.
A language dedicated to
the verbal tidings on emotion,
Of emotion
and what it is that we are
Thinking
.
To represent a lifeless representation
of a person, portraying the words
that mold eye to see:
Soft, curved back of porcelain
skin, radiating in a creator’s dream;
the storyteller as an intriguing as an
unknown stranger
.
I am not an audience,
I am only one person.
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Silver light, pale contrast reflecting off of the glass
Humbled by the moon
Glancing down on millions of mirrors
Longing to imitate the color of wonder
As they sit in their silent slumbers
Lakes and oceans, bodies of water around
Sealing face into semi-permanent perfection
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One right turn takes the mind on a new direction
A new destination to love, or to hate
Depending on the current situation
.
I am grateful for the new year ❤️
Muse Writer 