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Tag: lovers

  • I was meant to love you

    I remember you in the morning, the way the light hit your eyes, the way your smile matched mine, the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys, the way you wandered over my warm skin, inhaling its intoxicating scent. And I remember the feeling that it was a perfect dream, one that we…

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  • the other morning

    Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek at the clock to confirm the hour before the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir the house awake, too early to reach for the phone, for those good morning kisses. It’s the only thing I want to wake up to, seeing you across from…

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  • Look Up…

    Above the streets, into the buildings & trees, do you see what only we see: a needed escape, an expression of pleasing— head back, eyes closed, legs parted, a kiss on the lips— it takes us to the moment where we rise into pure ecstasy; there’s no other place we’d rather be.

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  • The Secret Garden

    bore from the most arduous labor, its intoxicating fruit, its sweet blossoming fragrance,pulls in the strongest of hearts. as a vine snakes its way through the depths of a luscious secret garden, distinct impressions produce the richest aromas. even to an untrained eye, the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed. the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed;…

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  • lead me to your ocean

    what river do i cross again and again? the river where bloodthirsty love begins. toes dip in at first sight. oohing & aahing with every delight. swimming further downstream fulfilling love-drunk dreams. kiss me, love me, do what you please. pull me into your ocean where you shall lead.

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  • Cupcake Dreams

    moonbeams and cupcake dreams. sugar highs into the night. we’re whispering nothings, how our lives could be. knowing the truth, looking into your eyes you are the moonlight in my darkest of nights. so, love, break my heart into a thousand pieces because all of my insides are craving your sweet creamy filling. This poem…

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  • Simple Thoughts

    writers ponder over verses but words become mystified, inadequate. where other poets generously use adjectives and sweet metaphors to describe the mysteries of life, i have the simplest of thoughts: i think of you, i think of us, i think of our love, and i think we’ll be alright.

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  • You’re So Sentimental

    he says as it relates to a date of another first we’ve had. It reminds me of things I shouldn’t hold onto. It shouldn’t matter when I first noticed the way light hits his beard, or how his colors blend as in a Monet, only that I see them. It shouldn’t matter when those butterflies…

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  • It Can Be Wonderful and Terrible, But It Always Tickles the Right Spot

    The way grey hits the wooly fibers across his chin, like individual spikes of a wheel poking in multiple directions, with fusing colors like a Monet. I graze my fingers through the fibers like walking through cornfields with long, mysterious paths that lead to depths I long to uncover. He rests his hand upon his…

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  • nous avons tout le temps pour nous

    The summer’s ritual of an evening rain gushes down upon my large umbrella. I quickly step to dodge flooding puddles surrounding me. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing most of my life, avoiding disasters. But the person awaiting my arrival, he is my safe haven. Everything leading up to this moment, although it may…

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