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she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.
A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.
how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.
Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.
May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.
Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.
And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.
You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.
If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.
May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.
May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.
Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.
I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.
the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.
There is a moon, that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.
A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.
for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.
Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.
I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.
moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.
my dear, we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.
my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.
in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.
There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.
a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet, when my soul isheavy with sorrow.
this life has been a landscape of painand still, flowersbloom in it.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.