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Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart,In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

Poem Definition

(n.) A metrical composition; a composition in verse written in certain measures, whether in blank verse or in rhyme, and characterized by imagination and poetic diction; -- contradistinguished from prose; as, the poems of Homer or of Milton.

(n.) A composition, not in verse, of which the language is highly imaginative or impassioned; as, a prose poem; the poems of Ossian.

Don't be afraid to be afraid. Have fear, and then conquer the shit out of it.

I write to understand what I know.

You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do."I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

Scenes from the PlayroomNow Lucy with her family of dolls Disfigures Mother with an emery board, While Charles, with match and rubbing alcohol, Readies the struggling cat, for Chuck is bored. The youn...

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

It was a slow fall, through warm experiences and good laughs. It didn't even feel like love until I got to the end. Even then, it was not the hard surface of rock, but the scorching embrace of more.

A writer draws a road map where readers walks with their love, joy, anger, tears, and dismay. Every story, every poem, has different meanings for every reader.

she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

When it came to her, I became an indomitable warrior. My muscles became her shield and my lungs aided her breath. She would not fall with me by her side, for I was the wings that sprouted from her bac...

He sang softly, less with words and more with thought. She cradled his head, stitching together his fragmented heart.

Sadness is an invitation to God.

Summer arrives with the morning sun.Beach time breezes in with endless fun.

I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.Another life is never safely envied.

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice?

Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.

The Wolf trots to and fro,The world lies deep in snow,The raven from the birch tree flies,But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe,The roe -she is so dear, so sweet -If such a thing I might surpriseIn my emb...

I ache not from need -but from my heart's gluttony of you.