The difference between fucking and loving is taboo to some because not everyone can separate their emotions.
November 2018
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i’m loving in your eyes
turning to sides
swaying in the night
finding you in emotion
to turn with grasp of your shoulder
i’m holding a tune
to feel in depth with you
without the details of our skin
the pores i reminise in
nights where i feel like
we might have been
but i tango in tune
with a rhythm you sold
in darkness at night
behind alleys in bars
where i surrender before
the fire in our eyes
a connection i confide
in you in years ago
before i knew what time was
i tango in thought
leaving you without arms
a man with hands
which couldn’t grip
i stay in rhythm
without with you in this -
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i’m atop your lips
in dire twists
on beds of death
to feel like this
i speak spanish
in your ears
our touch takes two
we split in motions
to transcend in moments
is to feel like this
fingers on skin
poetry in the wind
the fire burns
it takes two to tango
an angel to make this
feel like what it is
you and i
together in sin
at night we feat
to defeat ourselves
the emotions we leave
at tables we’re turning
in emotions we’re burning
between sheets at night
next to a simmering candle light -
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i die on your lips
to taste your kiss
an undying wish
to be with
someone like you
yet i feel the pain
to be alone
to be within
for us to hold
and for you i stroke
my nails against your spine
hoping to be with you at night
with tangled scars
legs twined
i feel you in this
and this is nothing
like what it’s like
to die in your twists
in sheets at night
