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Your Soul, Your Dust
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The Letters
I am not one of the romantics, darling
These hands cannot master sonnets or create musical quartets
Nor can they even write a proper love letter
No.
All I have is this poem.
And I will make it speak
make it sing
give it language
saying
your eyes have
cauterized every wound I've ever owned
I do not hurt anymore
I merely ache in ways that you
will understand
I crave your soul
your dust
how their fixed shapes have
grounded me
completely
And that is how I love you.
completely.
without effort or war
I love you easily
and
my mouth always finds yours
my fingers, always wrapped in yours
my chest, always syncs with yours
even in the deep dark night I am drawn to the light you
carry for me
like no others did before you
but I do not even remember them
anymore
You shed away the chaos
with a breathless moan
You crack my
stone heart open,
with hands so small
You trace my palms and
tell me you are home
Oh
how I need
your soul
your dust
your young bones
how it fills me
completely
like sky seeking storm
like bodies aching warmth
that is how
I love you.
"I do not hurt anymore I
"I do not hurt anymore
I merely ache in ways that you
will understand"
Beautifully written!!
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Only like a very poem I've
Only like a very poem I've ever written what's not to love? Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Such is what is called Love.
Such is what is called Love. Good write!
:) like sky seeking storm! <3
:) like sky seeking storm! <3
Much Love
Ashley
"Like sky seeking storm"...
"Like sky seeking storm"... nice!
"I have become a second generation cosmic being, I am conceived in the womb of nature, in my own mind... In the womb of the universe."