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Tag: Poetry
Americas
There are tiny tattoos
on my body
that no one has
discovered yet.
Come over here,
my brave Columbus.
Hug
Some days, the hollow
of my right collarbone misses
the beat of your heart so much.
Hey
Remember that night we sat on your doorsteps
talking after the party. Your hair was longer
back then; I had wine stains on my sundress.
You said it felt good to be here, and I
laid my head on your shoulder. Remember
we were laughing. Remember we laughed
so hard that even the sky chuckled,
and then the clouds parted,
and love,
raindrops, and lips
fell.
Strangers
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Thirteenth Piece (from Love Pieces Series)
The intimacy contained within
the exchange of a glance, a nod
of the head, a smile.
The closeness that lasts
for the duration of a song
listened together.
An agreement about a feeling.
An agreement about life.
You feel like the deep
exhale after a long day
the quiet fireplace
in my hollowed chest
I want to lie forever
inside your pocket
You are sunset.
You are nostalgia.
You are home.
Goodnight
May you wake up in time
to catch the last lingering star
leaving quietly into the haze of dawn
Know that it was there
Know that it gave you light
Not as dazzling as the blazing sun
But it loved you
It love you quietly
through the darkest night
Blue
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I Love You
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