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Red poppies

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Fields of red poppies

Litter the landscape of my soul

Composed bleeding

Never a mess to be found

Yet the color gives voice to pain

To the wrenching hurt

Of being meticulously cut

A thousand silent times

Never noticed

My face ashen

As pretty poetry takes

My life blood

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Sentimental stirrings

Waylaid by sentimental stirrings

as unintentional memories

are found folded in my pocket.

The faint scent of those yesterdays

clinging to the paper,

the creases telling a tale of yearning

and regard,

when words were the currency

of our affections

and the way we held each other close

through the night.

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Splinters

A connection

Held together by strings

Caught on the splinters

Of the door he shut

Frayed and failing

The slow unraveling

Of a touch

Bloodless

But no less painful

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Like chess

There is no taming the fate

That moves our pieces like chess

Calculating her moves

To keep us always in view of the other

Never touching

Until there is a sudden

And stealthy

Capture

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Slide

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It is the tease

the slide of lace.

A moment of urgency

as fingers

as tongue

find the waiting ache

her thighs

wet and trembling with arousal

as his mouth moves

from knee

to thigh

to exactly where she needs him.

Bare to his gaze

his tongue hungry

he takes all she has to give

becoming the feast

that never ends.

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Drowning

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Pain doesn’t advance in degrees

It’s a sudden deluge that overtakes you

filling up your lungs

with every kind of darkness

and bile

My hand rises from below

feeble with exhaustion

as I try to find the strength to battle

drowning in what is

seeking to swim

in what will be

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**I initially posted this on Instagram but within a few moments it was deleted due to “Violation of community guidelines”. I’m not sure how they were violated as there is no revealing nudity nor anything explicit. Simply an artsy photograph I chose to use to articulate my writing.

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Quiet

There is a quiet that I love,

when all I hear is the ticking of the clock

and the lush sounds of birds awakening.

I’m left to my own thoughts,

allowing them to run free,

to go where they need to go.

Unbound.

That’s the kind of quiet I love.

It’s what I crave for my soul’s peace.

But there is another kind of quiet,

where the silence weighs heavily upon me

with loneliness.

The kind of quiet that is not chosen.

but rather imposed,

when your very existence is not acknowledged.

When you are immersed in that kind of quiet,

it feels less like a gift to yourself

and more like a sentence to be served out.

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