You lucky, lucky boy
You found a girl with a heart
The size of the Grand Canyon
Deep enough to fall inside
And lose sight of life
Outside her eyes
That stare as if
You might disappear—
Her fissures have lost
Trespassers before
Yet you, bold adventurer
Explore each curve
Leaving cave paintings
On her crooked walls
Signing each with 
Three little words:
I’m not leaving.


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Anonymous said: (I liked it better without the middle line. Leaves more for the reader to envision. Opinion.)

wanted more my/your play than my/my/my play

i don’t always make good decisions at 2am


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My hands are in your hair
And my heart is in my throat.


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What I miss most
Are the inbetween moments
Things that pass
Between love and lust
Soft of night
Till early morning
In lazy embrace
Every expression of tenderness
Your tired eyes betray
Lighter than air
Kisses I still crave.


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We only play at being adults
Trying on age like dress-up clothes. 


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You grow shy of the questions
But I am not afraid
Of the answers
My tongue’s just scratching
At the surface
Kitten licks against your ear
Searching for the echoes
She left behind
Her tickles were just training
For the marks
I’ll carve into your skin. 


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You pulled the truth
In tiny bits
But you could not
Swallow me whole—
You lucky boy
Finding depths to drown in
Weight that strains
Your arms
This love will not
Let you be weak
Train your heart like
The muscle it is


You know you want
Another bite.


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Your lips left
A dozen purple galaxies
On my skin and
Every time I looked
In the mirror
I felt as beautiful
As the night sky. 


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It has to be a lie
Those sweet things
You say
Don’t tease me
When I hide
Burying my face
In soft pillowcase
I’ve heard too many
Songs and read
Too many novels
To believe
What you say
Is true
Pretty girls
Don’t spend their
Birthdays alone
No no
It can’t be true
If I was beautiful
I wouldn’t have
Been forced
To wait so long
For you. 


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Wait
Do not chase
Do not wear the soles of your shoes
Down on boys
Who won’t cradle your feet
In their laps
Do not waste
Your words
Exhaust your tongue
In the silent poetry
Of kisses
On those
Who don’t exhale
Your name
Like a prayer
Wait. 

(Source: thevirtualhermit)


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