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Old 02-07-2013, 03:40 PM View Post #21 (Link)
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foul breathed clock ticking
rips apart our
flashes of
breath-
less
sex.
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Old 02-12-2013, 04:42 AM View Post #22 (Link)
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there is a light at the end of the tunnel and the tunnel happens to be your eyes. i remember when you looked directly into mine and spoke like frost breath exhales and every parchment of smoke settled upon my winter morning lips. have you ever seen a darkness so bright that you wish it was the day? i have, every night in your eyes. and your lips. and the place between us. the love stained air. though love is too strong a word for you, right? i have run my hands down on the satin highway of your cheeks and made my way to the pit stop exits that are your lips. i have touched and felt and stroked every duct of sweat and every pigment of pink and have experienced that which only few birds do when they glide around in the september morning on a ridiculously pleasant breeze.

and all i can say is i want more.
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Old 02-12-2013, 01:48 PM View Post #23 (Link)
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i was in love with the essence of you
because with her, you were love
and i was a child, seeing love
for the first time


but essence never breaks
it is substance, it remains
stays tucked in the corners of reality
while appearances fade like time
trapped in sepia photographs

and i watched your love end
and realized it was never your essence
you are you, love is love
and
and
and

love was never really you
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Old 02-12-2013, 01:54 PM View Post #24 (Link)
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kissexstasy

if i could
slip a word
into the crevice
of your mouth

it'd be "tongue":

take this and bite
once the warmth seeps
nectar-kisses along the
grooves of your mouth
until i come undone and
empty myself into you.
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Old 03-04-2013, 08:11 AM View Post #25 (Link)
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Since Ares is gone...

This thread must die. Excuse me, I have to go.
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Old 07-07-2013, 10:23 AM View Post #26 (Link)
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pictures on the wall
make you feel old
drumbeat seconds are ticking down
in the back of your mind,
and old poetry reads
so much better.

diving into old paraphernalia
is like having lunch
with an old romance,
the kind of face you want to stare at forever
and the kind of feelings that
take forever to note down

bleeding into sunset skies
the sun is a reminder of
how our skins wrinkle
with each passing day
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Old 01-25-2014, 02:28 PM View Post #27 (Link)
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i asked you to break the speed limit
and drive until we forget
the smell of charred plastic
drowned by the piss
to kill the fire we left
burning the whole night

just don't look outside
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