Poetry

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rushing through my eyes gaze

a heart intertwined with my own

lips connect the shadows daze

as wild eyes come to be known

your scent deepens under my skin

divided lines of these souls regress

you enlighten---words to others thin

these doting eyes your lips impress

sitting the the am's dark quandry

trapped within questions self-denied

with memories and faces left soon behind

not knowing what was really on the other side

sitting in self denials stark epitome

love is luminosity

for some the winged circle high,

above their heads, on fierce blue currents.

a breeze won't move them,

Tickle my senses

Tickle me too

Tell me you want me

Tell me you do 

Have the child come

And sooth my grumbling belly

And hold my fingers closely

While she closes my skin with brightly colored buttons

And though no weight of cardigans keep me warm

symbiotic

electric

acoustic

vibrating through my veins

choruses

chanting

in liquid tongues

move to the beat of your rain

melodies and lullabies

the softest ever sung

echo out

Gently rest your head, She says

Here upon my breast

Feel it melt into me now

Torn

A callous mess of indecision

A breeding ground of pain, deceit, and innocent victims

The mind a venerable beast