i can write you a poem
you won’t know what it’ll mean
but it’ll make you cry
March 2016
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i can write you a poem
i said
legs crossed
head poise
a mind stuck in white noise
you said you were there
yet i was here
longing for your stare
for our white hairs
you spoke with integrity
a devilish snicker
a side smirk you never met
we twirled around desire
crossed our arms in despair
lit a candle for ourselves
never understood each other’s darkest
yet i knew we were here
cross-tangled in a sensual state of loneliness
too far from our lightest touch
we devoured the red
became black
shades too dark
a vision too far from where we metwords on paper
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i loved him
dramatically
frantically
i held for a sense of importance
he spoke a sultry softness
a lullaby with translucency
he angled his ways
divided our hey’s
and i stood with a reflection
he saw himself
with the greatness i laid
but we weren’t so
and he wasn’t in truth
and i wasn’t in myself
we were blues
in hues
in a soft summer
i quite never knewsummer of sadness
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i wrote a poem or two
how he held my chest
played in my heart
swayed in my soul
i knew things come
but i never understood
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I was the stardust. He was the moonshine. The thing I need to sleep at night.
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twirling atop
i slip on your hands
falling between
your grasp
the warm embrace
of your beating heart
the darkness
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i licked his lips
with my tongue
twisted
from his feet to his hands
to his false grasp
and the laugh in the back
of my throat
his heels
how he sung
for his life, his wine
the sadness he oozed
i knew it was
when i knew it wasn’t
but i played in a switch
held my own hand
from his grasp
knew his darkness was my tune
and i played it
like a flute
his name was my muse
his face
forever bruised
in the back of my mind
like salty lies
and a sad ocean
i knew he wasn’t mine
but who wants to say
it isn’t rightsad ocean
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it was beauty
how you clenched
held for life
to let your guard upon
my shoulders
your sadness was my bliss
your lips was my twist
and i loved every second
of your tears
down my chestclosed arms
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i sway with blue
twine in red
we became purple
a vibrant hue
weights which couldn’t move
i said hello
to a starlight horror
who said goodbye
with a whisper far from here
i spoke his name
the lust from the tip
of my tongue
my arms which grasped
the fear only the devil could hear
i ran with a nakedness
too far from blue
bathed in red
with an appeal too sensual
for even my frankest fearsi am red
words by dominic riccitello
