I feel you beautiful,
I see you you
I notice me functionary,
I weep weep for me.
I see you you,
as me should be
I feel you. Beautiful.
I see you you
Weep weep for me,
I feel you, Beautiful.
I see you you;
Me, as me should be,
Hey, all y’all! I know you’re wondering, so I’m giving you an update of sorts. I have new poetry in the morning, but for now a few highlights from the … Continue reading Quick Update
I came across With fingers, gently . Tips to skin Lingering upon chest, Muscles strong, aging Beautifully, Which held stories Of life, working Pain and pleasure. Thriving heartbeat Awakened sensations Within … Continue reading His Chest
Northern winds, usually sonorous, prepare a mournful tune wheeling sallow remains, once bale, across open fields, just yesterday.
He slowly wakes her,
quiet, and the only one
as love’s color lays upon velvet petals, he hums.
His hands feel her beautiful,
remarkable, softly serene. His murmur, awakening her scent at dawn, leads her blossoming.
Helios, Titan god of her sun, stretches and whispers she is exquisite, mine and for now, done.
Hurts me, almost Always. Remembering. I knew, almost Always. The lie. Pain comes, almost Always. At daylight. I fail, almost Always. Forgetting. I need, almost Always. The affirmation. I am, … Continue reading Almost Always
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Poetry is not something I’m good at writing so I enjoy it vicariously through online friends like Audrey Dawn of Oldest Daughter and Red-headed Sister. I’ve…