It’s exciting how your taste can last for hours.
How the ever-light summer sweat gifts your mocha frame a glisten.
If you are as broken as I know you are
Your comfort is earned when nearer, not far.
(Love Lace #7)
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What happens to me when it’s over?
I know the leaves will orange and crunch in beautiful death
But so far it seems I’m destined to remain like the tree:
Barren and over-chilled.
My Dear Sweet Grace,
Mine Maiden Unfiltered and Unfair, I pray to see you one day soon. These little screens of divide do drain us of intimate moments and bolster such a power I haven’t the time nor prowess to hurdle.
(Love Lace #5)
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I noticed her
as her walk dimmed the rest of the world.
Her aura or air or God gene
Pressed my sights onto her.
Your sleeves are filled with hearts from the past
and since they're so pure, your feelings do last.
Stitched to the bone, engraved in your mind
the skulls of old lovers still linger behind.
Before you move with me into this space
I need to know how serious you are.
You bring these boxes with you every place
And I’m not sure if those can go so far.