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In Love We Dwell

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1.

In the tender haze of summer
I awaken to
The unrehearsed love song
Of the starling

A breeze that smells of, white
linen & sun
Brushes past laced curtains
Painting streaks of lemon
Across a blank canvas of
A wall

I inhale the glow of
Morning
& yawn a memory of
You

 

2.

If I could chase away all sadness,

I’d turn your blues into sky
Your tears into rain,
form wind from your cries

 

If I could set you free,

I'd mold a sea from your head,
adorned in waves,
and send you off a-sailin'
to better days

 

If I could mend your heart,

I’d swaddle you in a
Blanket of New York
So you’d always feel
home, within
my arms

 

If I could teach you to TRUST,

I’d scrape away all
-Troubles-
paint over the
-Rust-
heal all
-Trauma-

‘til all that’s left is

-US-

 

-Agapáme

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Absolutely, Undoubtedly, Assuredly

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I’m in love…

Three words of,
insignificance to others
but to me
~three words,
have never meant so much

*

To love is something
so amazing

sweeter than honey, it is
when two people meet
with the same understanding
kiss,
with the same passion
touch,
with the same hunger,
yet are able to
feel,
with the same need

*

Beneath the waltz of
fireflies
&
the planes we counted as stars

~every doubt was brushed
from the roof of my
mouth
fear was teased
& suckled off of
tongues;
and there!
assurance was licked
into corners of
jaws,
and bitten into
lips
-ripe as fruit-

And though our lips were
tangled,
numb,
and raw
to the touch
there was just enough
feeling left in me to know
that I was
absolutely,
undoubtedly,
assuredly,

in love.

-Agapáme

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Summer Romance

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From bud to rose,
a romance bloomed
heart to heart,
under midnight moon
fingers and knuckles,
gently weaved
nose to nose,
cheek to cheek

 

A summer romance,
our hearts revived
on our meeting
of that marv’lous night
arms and waist
in your grip
as we sway
hip to hip

 

The music deep,
with hum’s sweet bass
your breath that tickled
the softest place
twirl me beyond
skies of gold
until we’re melted,
soul in soul

 

From bud to rose,
a romance bloomed
lip to lip,
under midnight moon
hand in hand,
we dance as one
until wee hours
of morning come

 

-Agapáme

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