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 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
Michael L
Broken things require glue
Turn around that's you

Don't stand by and watch me break
This world needs NOT another fake

Take a moment to embrace me
Your touch will set me free

Pure hands infuse humanity
Deliver it just for my sanity

There is no mistaken identity
Inside you is my serenity

One touch ... a basic need I concede
My ache is now full speed

Do not make me beg
Press in and heal my plague

Today I ooze of selfishness
You are familiar with my reticence

Guilt draws near and whispers
Push past its tiny embers

My need today transcends
Straight from you, no bends

I lay curled up in a ball
Listen, do you hear my call

From you, I plead one task
One touch ... *it's all I ask
Some days I just need a touch to know that I am still living!
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
Michael L
Alas! YOU have arrived
To soak up my words
May you drink them in
Delight in them
For they were penned for YOU
I know not your name
Nor will I see your face
But, you were on my mind when I wrote them

I knew you would come one day

And be touched by these few words
Not yesterday, not tomorrow, instead today
How was I to know the time
The timing I leave to you

I am just glad you came

Its never too late to proceed
For the words in my poems
Are meant for just the right moment
Filling a need
Easing some pain
Perhaps they turn your frown upside down

That is why ...

I continue to write

And ...

YOU continue to read
Ever notice how people meet your words at just the right moment
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
Michael L
Pass me the vase, will you dear
I've picked some flowers to place in it
They are purple, yellow, white and red
Don't they just make you smile

I will place them by your bed
So when you retire for the night
You won't miss the beauty
That's painted on their faces

Take a moment, will you
To appreciate their worth
Lean in close and take a sniff
Their fragrance is most genuine

And as you wake, remember
I've placed those flowers there
For you to enjoy and adore
If only for a season
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
Michael L
Your lips move slowly,
yet, in this moment
there is silence.
Your warm breath
caresses my face.

And with anticipation
I don't need words.
Everything you need to say
is whispered in your thoughts  
and echoed by your fingertips.

Your touch is thunderous,
resounding deep within us  
penetrating all my defenses,
filling that space between us.
In these moments I submit.

Powerless to resist this passion.
Ecstasy and lightning entwined,
flashes of lust and love
spark from skin to skin,
as the silent storm surges over us.

Briefly the world is muted.
Only you and I exist, fully exposed.
Vulnerable, we surrender completely,
trusting this silence to satisfy
our unquenchable appetite.
Thanks Elizabeth J for allowing me to collaborate with you on this poem. It was my pleasure!
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
CloudDreamer
Nice is an icy surface, Kind is the crackle of fire from below
Where there is frozen, stiff, coldness,
There's also a soft pile of snow
Nice wants something from you
Kind wants you to grow
So open your eyes to the person who scolds you
For your every reckless woe
'Cause they are the one who cares
And not the person who never tells you no

-Audrey
WHOOOO!!!!!
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
Ally
B l u e s
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
Ally
Words could be a dangerous thing.
Once they are said, they can’t be forgotten.
But what’s more even dangerous is the idea of ‘you’
Once, you felt home but soon became storm.

Love stories could be a wonderful thing.
Once they are read, they can fascinate us.
But our story wasn’t perfect as everyone would expect,
It narrates how you put me into dark abyss of loneliness.

Songs could be a powerful magic.
Once they are heard, they give meaning to everything.
Yet our song consists of sad melody and unsaid words,
It is pleasant until it drowns you.

And like a photograph that captures everything,
That is supposed to be kept on your pocket.
But our photograph isn’t worth to keep
I’d rather let it carried by flood along with your memories.
120816 //  10:30PM
Everything we consider as beautiful could be destroyed by the wrong people in our life.
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
curlygirl
he doesn't need
the curve of
just any hip
to hold
while he sleeps.
he needs
my
hips to hold
shoulder to kiss
perfume to breathe.
i know because
its my form
that fits so
intricately
against his.
The reason you live
The reason you die
All has to do, with
Loves evil eye!

The reason your partner left
Your child cried
That politician lied
That warrior died

All the hands of love,
Cruel yet fulfilling.
Dark yet light.
Its heaven and hell.

We need it.
We want it
You have it
You fear it

Love of power
Love of lust
Love of passion
Love till we're dust
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
mak
Untitled
 Dec 2016 Sara Leal
mak
once you forget how my lips taste

maybe then you'll regret making me second place
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