I type it out to die
And reawaken
To new apprehensions.
© living in verses
I type it out to die
And reawaken
To new apprehensions.
© living in verses
start off as a ripe lemon
to be slow-molded into energy –
dead loss becoming control.
© living in verses
I’ve travelled across countries
Looking for the warmth and belonging
I’ve always had within myself.
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Leave your trail
Imprint your name
Form a reign
You will prevail
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I have a way with words:
They guide me
Wherever my eyes are blinded
By the despairing mess.
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Skin soaked in syllables
I truly believe in,
My actions speak as loud
as my gentle breathing.
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Grab me by my curves
Set them into motion
Sense my poise give in
Trade it with exposure
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I’d wait some more
To feel that rush
I’d trade my soul
To see you blush
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I learned to hate
Before I could love myself
First, all that is skin
And then, the noise within.
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The undeniable beauty
of our weary bodies;
Breaths perfectly
contemporized
in soft silence.
© living in verses
(My first erotic micropoem.)