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- Caught in briar fetters at allpoetry
. - Pearl of affection at allpoetry
. - Poetry's Irony Gates at allpoetry
. - Amondi at allpoetry
. - Emanating of sfumato at allpoetry
. - The wreaths of she at allpoetry
. - Sundry bedding and bodies at allpoetry
. - The most riveting non-versation at allpoetry
. - Lost in Whitmyre Gardens at allpoetry
. - Wake within expansion at allpoetry
I.
- At the roots of Jacob's Ladder. at allpoetry
. - This Strange, Funny Thing at allpoetry
. - An Ode to Your Children at allpoetry
. - An Ode to Your Light Heart at allpoetry
. - An Ode to Your Lull at allpoetry
. - Was said that all time must have a stop - Part II at allpoetry
An antiquated, quiescent horn blared from below the newly-remembered, where the sublimated floor enlightened the soles of their feet like the underbellies of mermen. Upward swarmed an eruption i - That day in the grove at allpoetry
. - Words of skin and skinless at allpoetry
Three poems - A Peak above of Love's Charnel at allpoetry
. - In the Womb of Eden at allpoetry
...on Lovemaking. - An Ode to Your Pelvis at allpoetry
. - An Ode to Your Ankles at allpoetry
. - An Ode to Your Eyes at allpoetry
. - An Ode to Your Jawline at allpoetry
The poem of your jaw line utters itself - Illusions of Light at allpoetry
The presence of foreground is accosted / by illusions of Light reflecting off the sweaty brows / of orphaned memories. / An intimate black thunder wraps my solemnity in silence, / a cradl - An Ancient, Anointed at allpoetry
It is there / in the lucent mystery of our nightly sunrise / that I stumble across / the familiar treasure that is your Radiance. / You are an ancient, anointed, / leaving hallowed moa - Muted in ink at allpoetry
Because the intricacies taunt us with their secrets, / and the wind leaves only trails / for us to follow blindly. / And / because / these words take with them our sense of Self / as - Proem to This at allpoetry
(Note: By "This" I am referring to the relationship with my Lover. This is the first piece of a series which I hope you all will enjoy. I thought I'd start at the beginning...) / - Moon's Tongue at allpoetry
And gasp / with grass-entwined fingertips, / dewy beneath Vincent's muse, / singing hymnals of Light, / of Selves becoming Self, and / amorous awe. / A quivered exhale blows nigh - The Persistent Rest at allpoetry
A friendship of blackened silhouettes / from length to length, / from root to sky-tip, / stretch, / in angled attempts to sit parallel / to one another. / Beyond burns an off-white glisten, - There at allpoetry
/ / / In my dreams, I saw a vision of woods, / enriched by a white light of day touching the tips of painter's-green trees, and / / / there / / / peeking out from the wood: / a nondescript home of - Canoe-shoed at allpoetry
/ / / Because I walk canoe-shoed / and wear sails in my hair, / / I do not fear any length of sea. / / / / And despite what they say, / I have direction. / / I face eastern sun glares, breath - Morning at allpoetry
/ And touch. / / / / Like a stretch / like a yawn / like a sigh-- / / where hand meets curve in sacred time, / and you / meet me / / in the folds of cotton-sheet grins, / half-past sleepless, - And then he said to me at allpoetry
/ / Gnarled knees bent unto / the Earth / tongued in letters of a greater Birth, / a curl of Light / from the nape of neck, / and smoldered Love / shined every speck / of ripened p - [ ] at allpoetry
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Present voices find dissonance - . at allpoetry
Cartons full
of empty - Recalling grassy phonecalls at allpoetry
I can feel lung-shakes
quaking - Ephemeral at allpoetry
lured by the glow of unfurnished castles,
she found herself - Eternal breathsmiles at allpoetry
I am who I was and who I will be. - Hungry palms stretched across seas. at allpoetry
For years, I've lived here,
in the curl of your words. - A dusting of the fingers. at allpoetry
i.
Another shaking head, cast down in disbelief. - Gnarled knees bent unto the earth. at allpoetry
What if I used my tongue
to lick the freckles from your shoulder? - Beside a waterless fountain at allpoetry
I recall a sob,
torrential and - swerve. at allpoetry
"Swerve,"
you told me. And I did, - like yesterday at allpoetry
a palm pressed against the window
and breath - Snowlight. at allpoetry
Surrender to sincerity,
a bloom of musical breath. - Abnegation of passivity at allpoetry
It wasn't your charm that had lured me in
with your uneven, stringy hair and scent of free love and choke-faced grins. - You were my only shoreline at allpoetry
and there you were
piercing the snow with your despondency.
