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Sleeping angel I could see you from any angle With a mess of curls Entangled Around my fingers I start to drift and linger Half sleep demon Half teddy The sun's creeping up I'm not ready Consciousness Peaks behind two heavy lids Funny how our bodies seem To always perfectly fit Maybe just a little bit squished But I could stay here for hours Deep in our cuddle Christening you with my infamous drool puddle Nothing subtle about The way you've knocked me out With the comfort of your touch Warm bodies beckoning Like the pull of the sun Still I'm as stubborn as the moon As she stalls to leave No rush in stirring We stay flirting in between Rising and hiding In a veil of sleep

R. Frost was onto something when he predicted ice Because the coldness of your gaze Bites Like the desert wind Piercing through loose fibers As we wander these winter nights Thoughtful Thursday @thepoetslist "Ice Cold" poetry prompt

I thought I could cease these tears, But as I faced the mirror All I could see was a face of fear, Eyes of heartache for what I couldn't hold near, Lost years wasted on empty smiles Between two deaf ears.. - RS.Darko The Poet's List Thoughtful Thursday Prompt - "face of fear"

She's mastered the art of turning heads Craning necks Vexed by imaginings of her strewn about her bed Lips red Smeared with last night's mistakes They burn her at the stake For their own guilt in double takes Fake recompense for mild indiscretions And perverse insolence

I cannot shake the fear Of letting you carve your name into my heart Like the careless vandals before you Graffiti in the form of stiches and scars Leaving spaces I've only just begun to fill with the stars Burning celestial bodies I wished upon solely to feel your warmth - @rs.darko