I say you are my blood, in arteries
and veins sustaining, flowing, go, return,
give breath and life and warmth among the chill
and regulate in heat, all-vital and
immeasurable, for giving of this blood
this preciousness I have, it yet renews
one day we looked at each other
and saw more than the cover for the first time
so we looked underneath and discovered a novel
wild and unruly with twists and turns
and one day we looked at each other
and placed the cover back where it belonged
#challenge #poetry #love
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i first saw you
among the cherry blossoms
fluttering down in spring,
and my heart is forever stuck
in that moment when
your eyes met mine
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I remember you usually in winters.
Your eyes beaming without filters.
Your back straight when you walk.
I don't really like the way you talk.
You are a fox so amazingly sly.
Do I like you? If yes then Y?
20 January 2020
The Twisted Game
It’s a twisted thing:
Playing with my heart like it was a game you needed to win
Doing everything possible to make me fall
And then simply leaving me
To crack the glass between the two
To finally get to something new
Blind to others’ dares to clash
Just waiting for the time left to pass
To be with the one he loves at last
fickled love grows poisonous by the
hour. our minds still untainted,
untouched by the demons that dwell
in our hearts, but for how long
can we waltz with such carefulness; how long
before we bleed, too?
I’m the one
but to one, the other is simply amazing
but to one, the other is surely breathtaking
but to one, the other is purely enlightening
but to one, the other is heaven's blessing
but to one, the other is their reason for living
I was taken from the wash,
and pinned up outside on a summer day.
The sun was so blinding
I could not see
that it had dried me.
His love fierce without fire, pure without passion, deep but barely exposed.
Hers desperate and consuming, restless and hot, lust and yearning superimposed.
He was straight, full of edges and lines, like a bookshelf, all right angles and square.
She a tangle of whorls and loops, an artist’s impressionist jewel of provocative flair.
His outer geometry was an ascetic translation of the integrity and morals within.
Her fervor and frenzy an intense embrace of the virtues that made him her twin.