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Winter, is here. Am I?
This is inspiration from the ice breeze, and cold realisation with my love.
Has it always been this cold?
I don't remember shivering so often. Nor my back cramping in pain.
Something is changing. Something is different.
As weather patterns come and go, so do you.
Why?
How can it be that the amount of love I need, doesn't need me.
Doesn't come to me. Blows over my skin, ...
Saturday 11th June 2022 1:48 pm
Composition of Intimacy
Compostition of Intimacy
With fears of eternal solitude, I called truce.
Obstacles fill the atlas of our hearts,
distracting our impressions of exquisite Love.
Our painful beliefs insist we reprieve our minds,
voiding our previously learned doctrines of romance.
Phobias of Love furiously traveled the hourglass of our lives.
Chaos constrained our philosophy of enchantment,
...
Tuesday 1st December 2020 4:32 pm
A Part
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
I'm numb
Until,
Your body
- Or his -
- Or hers -
Envelopes mine
And I can breathe
Because
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
That moves
That loves
I am
I was
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Of something
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
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