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I walked up to your ghost today
I tapped it on the shoulder and said

Hey, remember me?

Your eyes sawed through my core
And you enticingly replied

Of course I do

I embraced that sentence
Its structure instantly mending
A broken part of me
I touched your arm
Your eyes followed in a silent response
I felt a heat well up in me
At first reserved
But then I recalled
My teasing is what made you go away
I quickly grasped your arm
My knees hid their fragile form
With a beckoning pull and a pretty sway
I whispered

I need this; I’ve been aching for you

You brushed my cheek with your thumb

Take it; I’ve been aching for you too

I kissed you as though a vow
My heart’s drone changing
Into a familiar tune
And soon
You took control
Biting my lip
Wrapping your hand behind my neck
Pulling me as close as you could achieve
I could feel your attitude
Sifting through
And immediately
I was one with you

But instead of relieving more desire
I felt what I had done to you
My thrashing words
Stuck to the back of my throat
All my need for making you sore for my devotion
Rummaged through my soul
Propelling your pain in every direction
You looked at me as if troubled
My shame burbling out, bright red
I shook my head

I’m so sorry
I never knew

You glided over me
As thunder clapped
And a façade of pleasantries
Fell from your eyes

And the part of me that you had just mended

Died

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The beautiful art accompanying this poem is entitled Summer by Niculina Florian

 

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 Breach of Love

Raining Tuesday afternoon

Grey skimmed skies

And I, cocooned

Filled with rain

And thunder, clapping

So lonesome on an earth

That’s laughing

Shelled in sorrow

Still cocooned

Windy Thursday night

And moon

 

 

 

 

Summer Moon

 

I made up my mind such a long time ago

But you never seem to care

I told you there is no room for your words

But you secretly leave them there

And I’ve diaries of your promises

Flying above my head

But in my nightstand I’ve the headstones

For each one is dead

 

I have a summer moon

An endless summer moon

Residing above my bed

 

For even a half of a chance is too much

And even a skim of a finger is a touch

That you can not have

That you shall not give

Unbridled passion shall never be lived

With you

 

You claim I’ll regret

I have not been fair

I try with my might

But produce not one tear

 

Just go, ride along

On your rode of deceit

I pray for the girl that next

You will meet

 

May she see all the lies in your confident swoon

God speed her the truth, ever soon

And with it, her own summer moon 

 

 

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The lovely image accompanying this poem is Waiting by Judi Taylor 

You can view more of her lovely images by clicking here : Artwork by Judi Taylor 

 

We Are

 

We are not harmonious anymore

Not little black clefs floating above

White wild flowers

 

We are not romance anymore

Not pink lip gloss

Smothered between so many kisses

Never enough kisses

 

Not a strapping arm wrapped around

A silken waist

Not high heel shoes left by a tree

As a girl runs in fake fright

You can’t get me…

 

Not contagious glee

Not us

Not we

 

We are a tear smudged brass door knob

Locked tightly in warm nostalgia

We are a picture torn seven times

Scattered from too chilly of a breeze

We are a girl in an overflowing bubble bath

With watermelon promises

Popping one by one

We are a man walking alone

Kicking ugly stones

Of stupid decisions

 

We are an ending

Caused by a hidden trait

 

A man who perceives

…too soon

 

A girl who believes

too late…

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Image is copyrighted and owned by Amy Sampson: GIRLINTHESTARS 

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