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 May 2015 RuthAnne
Bunny bun bun
hamsters are fluffy!
hamsters cuddle up with you!
hamsters are so cute!
I <3 hamsters!
My desert flower
who rests on a bed of sand
Softer than silk
and finer than stardust,
emerging like an oasis
In an endless wasteland
that is my own.

Bloom under the silvery moonlight!
Bloom when I am there
Bloom when I am not
Bloom until our world collides with the stars.

Your immutable beauty,
Endless.
Wondering what your name shall be.
This came to me in a dream I had after finishing "Naked Lunch" and part of "Howl." It is a work in progress.
Your eyes
Look into mine
My eyes
Look into yours
We lay
Side by side
No words
Just looking
Into
Each others eyes
Spellbound
By
Each others eyes
We express
Our love
With
Our eyes.
She walks in beauty
Through the lonely corridors
Glowing hope in her heart
Her smile spreads the magic
A rainbow of colors in
The abandoned heart
Every step she takes
Paves the way with glitters
Her silhouette draped with love
Glistening off the smooth curves
Waiting to be with the lonely heart
Every caress will wipe away
The loneliness of the two hearts
Lonely corridors no more
Beauty has found her destination
Where love knows no bounds
 Apr 2015 RuthAnne
Justine
You taste like Spring
and it gives me fever,
Burning hot desire,
Desperately reaching for previous seasons' colder weather.
You taste like the lustful night air,
Raindrops dancing across your atmosphere,
Drenching me with your intoxicated kiss,
Hold me steady for one last breath.
Maybe I love you,
Maybe I don't,
Maybe I'll need you,
Probably wont.
The thing I like best,
Is  this season is new,
And by season
I mean my newfound infatuation with you.
my honey bunny
you are my  sugar sugar plum
gum drop.
the sweetie pie of my heart.
you are the apple of
my eye.
the little cup cake of heart.
my honey bunny
my sugar sugar plum
gum drop of my heart
you are my sweetie pie
of my heart.
you are the apple of my eye.
i want you to know i  you love so much.
Beholding you would make Venus blush in her garden,
madly jealous of the curves of your lips,
and there she would smolder
like some jealous rainbow
unable to be content in her own shimmering
because she still revolved around the sun,
and not the other way.  

I'd wait there -
under the moonlight
- among the fragrant petals
with the gurgling of some small fountain
somewhere off in the distance
stole the rainbow concept from some poem that was much better
Silent pond ripples—
She dips her toes in water,                                                                                  
  .  .  .  Soft *******, stiffen.
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