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beth haze Aug 2020
I'll always remember
the smell of the rain
as we climbed up
the tree that rose infront
of my house when we
were nine and how
you asked me out
when we touched
the ground.
You deny it
now and that
truly broke
my heart.
- first love.
Violet Stage Jul 2020
You were so gorgeous to me
So gorgeous that we nicknamed you “gorgeous George-ous”
Gorgeous George-ous with
The the bright blue eyes
I’d never experienced that type of stare
Whose name tattooed across back
Just in case the night took you somewhere unexpected
And you needed to be ... identified
Whose tag name I quietly new but was never discussed
As it should have been...
Unlike today.
Who made love to me abruptly on 44th street between 9th and 10th
Right there in the street with a nothing of a fence separating us from the passerby’s.
I didn’t care.
A flag waving quietly, high above our heads
Whose lips kissed me under the pillared circular structure on a midtown corner
Which was never to be forgotten
I linger each time I happen to pass it for just a second
To smile over that moment
Still after all these years.
izi Jul 2020
Gold and silver streaks of light across the night sky,
A city of stars, beneath her eyes they flash like neon lights,
Chocolate kisses and ice cream sundaes, tinkling ice,
Heart-shaped dimple, the curve of your cheek,

City of stars beneath her eyelids, flashing neon lights
Brick wall, bright sky, untied Timberlands, grip like a vise,
The heart-shaped dimple in the curve of your cheek,
Your breaths match perfectly with mine.

Brick wall and bright sky, Timberlands grip your feet like a vise,
Hiding in the back of the library, giggles and sighs,
Our breaths match, you’re perfect, are you mine?
Fingers slip through mine, soft fluttering eyelashes, a sign.

Hidden in the back of the library, giggling and a sigh,
Heads thrown back, hair twirling like kites in the breeze,
Fingers slip into mine, eyelashes softly flutter, give me a sign.
I can feel your heartbeat, we’re floating above the rest of the world.

Heads thrown back, hair twirling, flying kites in the breeze.
Chocolate, kisses, ice cream, Sundays with the sound of tinkling ice.
I can feel your heartbeat, we’re floating above the rest of the world,
Gold and silver streaks, together we light up the night sky.
ju Jul 2020
we were all chatter and woodsmoke,
white wine in the sun-
age is a number slid from his tongue (to mine) and
(my whole world was rewritten that summer)
(his) touches (our) kisses (my) skin
moved with a rhythm, and age was a number
simply that, and no more
(though my number was small)
we felt safe for a while, then hidden,
then trapped.
age is a number slid from my tongue to his skin,
(from his skin to my thighs)
slid between us like sweat
(like a mantra)
weaving saliva-salt spells
(his) touches (our) kisses (my) skin
moved with a rhythm, and age was a number
simply that, and no more
(though his number was great)
we felt safe for a while, then hidden,
then trapped.
(then we were gone)
ju Jul 2020
Will you explore me now?
Of course you discovered, laid claim,
surveyed and drew me.
But I am altered.
Our careful step-by-step paths
are trod smooth.
And I know them now, can lead you.

Will you take from me now?
Of course there are scars. Seams torn apart.
Scratched earth once shone to your touch.
Cradled and rocked, its
fine glowing dust hid in dark
secret spots.
And I know them now, can show you.

Will you feast with me now?
Of course I had little to give, but
traces of then took root, flourish here still.
Nourished by years
and by others, bear fruits worth picking apart
before tasting.
And I know them now, can feed you.

Will you return to me now?
Vatsal Santoki Jul 2020
She used to touch my lips
and then come closer
to give me the perfect kiss

Kiss,
a sweet bond
which help me
to go beyond

beyond everything
I don't know
it is magic or something
but when she kisses
I literally stop thinking

She used to kiss me
when I felt sad
or when
everything is going bad

She kissed me in sadness
sometimes without any reason
or sometimes in madness

Her kiss
was joy giver
or sometimes
pain reliever

The kiss
her most beautiful skill
or a powerful love pill
I still miss
your perfect kiss.
Nothing to say about this poetry, do you remember your first kiss? one of the best feelings in the world.
Hazel grey Jul 2020
We lay on a field of yellow stubble
Our legs swinging in soft water
Meeting occasionally
Butterflies in lower belly
Oh! The wonders of human touch.

Birds fluttering in the infinite blue
Erratic buzzing of bugs
Calming silence of autumn wind
Suddenly broken by his
"If i could pause time for an eternity
I'd do it right here with you in this moment."

I looked at him
His innocent eyes staring into the wide sky
Perhaps sending out unfeasible wishes
And then he held my gaze
And i realized how futile words were.
Kym Relo Jun 2020
Choose your first spark;
Never deviate into dalliances;
You may lust for a friend,
But remember, you never need them

You reacted in a paroxysmal frenzy of love;
You thought you knew what it meant;
So you declared your hollow infatuation
Based on nothing,
but being a midnight star of solicitation,

But like all stars
There are more like you.
I fell in love with a girl, but was brutally rejected. So, I went with someone that liked me first. In the end, I was brutally left for dead.
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