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I wake up wanting to touch you Feel your breath between my fingertips Warm contrast To cold exteriors Begging for forgiveness As we brush against these strange sheets Tainted with secrets you've carried for me Midnight reveries Distracting thoughts Become my normalcy Insatiable love letters Whenever I hold these hands together In prayer In between nights shared, Pillow talk, and sweet nothings All which remains.. Reflected solace and tear stains Private conversations Sensations Begin to surface Quick fix Whenever I'm feeling nervous Questioning correlation Between my dreams and purpose You know me Like no one ever has Still I love you in anguish and impasse Not once have you complained Told me how heavy the burden To bear my pain Because you love me Like no one ever has And when I touch you My tension dissipates As I can finally relax Unwind with the subtle flick of your movements Tracing syllables unspoken Rendering this poet usele...

Distant hearts closely catch a beat Melodic synchronicities, I tap my feet Smiles flash to a lit up screen Barely strangers With a couple beers in between Unfamiliar sheets Warmed textures with a singular heat Comfort whenever our gazes meet Nostalgic for that high school sweet When I interlace your arm around me Feelings lifted Like balloons with no strings Give me your time, Give me your everything Even momentarily "Do not disturb" Posted below the room key

If you want me to love you, prepare to be written about Prepare to be addressed infinitely to the souls of others who will recognize you as either the hero, or the villain My most precious piece of heart, the half I choose to stitch into my sleeves Prepare to be my voice box when the salt of tears have corroded my esophagus And my gut has transformed into a pile of wet needles Dive into me instead like a pile of leaves Prepare to be the sun, the moon, and all which surrounds them Prepare to be burned at both ends Whether for blessings or for destruction Be born anew every morning And die again in my arms at night Let me love you Let me make you the thing of dreams and legends Let me whisper of your darkness into naked ears And show them how to bathe in the solace of your Light - rs.darko

I knew it would be hard to open up again For fear my petals would fall away One by one Like tears, Like days.. They stopped feeling precious and I grew restless, Shaking them off even further Now bare and broken Scared To open up again I could never imagine Someone would care Enough to actually listen.. But you touch me like a warm summer day Flooding my pores with comforting rays Soaking into my outstretched Chlorophylled tips Telling me it's my choice to go or stay "But please don't leave.." Pleading Not to fall away from love completely The way school kids drag their feet After a long game of baseball in the street Still they come back every afternoon by three Warmed up and ready To play again It's so easy for us to jump into games of pretend Thinking love is the answer When really you just need a friend Someone you can talk to who makes you feel like you can be open Not in a way that is scary, Nor overbearing, But in a ...

I feel myself transforming into something I've never seen before, both radiant and resilient.. Like bioluminescence, a spectrum of light evolved to exist in the depths of complete darkness. - @rs.darko

A table for four set for seven people Leaving vacancies Like empty pews under broken steeples With not enough seats for us to sit and eat We abandon these spaces and sit in front of the TV While Mom is still cleaning I save her a plate And I promise to say grace Without actually believing That He was the one to bring us this food Instead of her and my step dad working a full-time job or two Just to feed all these kids and their best friends too Thinking God is the one to hold us together like glue But that glue is messy and doesn't always stick And instead peels away several layers of dead skin Revealing the fractures of our faults and sins I think to myself I'll never be worth shit Never live up to the kind heart she thought I was born with Now deteriorated by years of bitter resentment I look them in their eyes and I see disappointment I offer my help to clean up a bit She reassures me she's got it Sweat dripping from her brow I wonder what stress i...

I decided today that I can no longer look you in the eyes Without envisioning clear blue skies dipped in the golden honey of California sunshine And I can't think of honey without thinking of how sweet Your kiss must taste as it misses my cheek And plants two lips into the soil of my dirty mouth So every word I utter is beautiful and smells of springtime And no syllable is ever too loud Just a lulling chime barely above a whisper Just enough to make the puppies whimper And howl at the moon in hunger for something warm, and fragile, and tender, And gushing from being torn wide open and vulnerable Like the poetry of a young lover Lying on a table with a toe tag and heartstring casualties embroidered into letterman sleeves No I do not believe in trite romance Nor the chance to press my soft curves into your rough hands So you may mold me into any shape you like That I might slip through your clumsy fingers and get lost in other beautiful skies throughout the night By ...

Inhale your strife, so dry and tight-mouthed, To exhale a triumph, sparking wildfire into every tendon Every sinewy circuit alive and loud Extending your branches wide and out towards "heaven" That's when I saw through the clouds, looking beyond and within... I saw true Light A spark of fight that was only learned on a stretch of endless nights I called my adolescence Sharpened my senses, and shed the pretenses of a town too cool for the extraordinary, Too weary of the curious mind of which they were not familiar, Questioning a life that was [and always will be] all, but linear For as I grow and progress, I must also die and digress Rise and fall again like running short of breath Yet still I breathe, [even amidst the dry heave] The thickness in the air is more than what I could conceive I remain an air warrior, a nomad and priest See my starving people crumbling to their feet No, I do not weep for them I celebrate with them in spiritual feast Blessed a...