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Breath
I can never get back the sweetness of sixteen
I can never read the story for the first time again
Hear Jack White for the first time again
I
Can never be too pure again.
Burning man to ashes back to fire,
I can never be that particular spark.
I spark my own
Lost in dusk and phantom touches.
Faceless burning man to ashes back to fire,
What color are your eyes?
Why
I want to lose this heart and keep this mind
Keep in mind how he could
Make me
Burning woman to ashes back to fire.
If I get destroyed, again, again, I shall always be back to fire.
Words
Grasp and gasp and love and danger
Stranger and stranger than any before
Fucked up kinks
And music to kill
Man on fire,
What is your sound?
Bodies
Bodies and brain
Can you sink deeper into mine
Teeth and lungs
And deeper breath
Phantom, when
Will you show yourself?
What is blood's darker name?
Is there ink to borrow from you
To inject into me
Venom
Heart-stopping and honey
Storymaker,
How would you pen me down?
Into the twilight
And back
These sunsets touching valleys
Rivers
And stars flirting with skin
Hills, slopes
The gust of wind
The gasp
The intake of air
That breath of little lifelessness into the night
O, I
Sing in whispers
'Til he comes to me,
'Til he comes.
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Published 19th Sep 2016
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19th Sep 2016 1:34pm
Every time I read something from you I'm in awe...
Lost in dusk and phantom touches > that's just so smart ;-)
Well done TPD!!!
Lost in dusk and phantom touches > that's just so smart ;-)
Well done TPD!!!
20th Sep 2016 9:04am
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20th Sep 2016 8:13am
all those 1st times: the 1st time we wrote a poem,
& the 1st time we wrote a good poem.
what a darkness poetry is...
'to ashes back to fire'
& the 1st time we wrote a good poem.
what a darkness poetry is...
'to ashes back to fire'
20th Sep 2016 9:08am
A darkness, indeed, that people fall in love with. Thank you for commenting. :)
20th Sep 2016 10:12pm
The repetition of 'ashes back to fire' solidified the depth
of desire in your being. This is beautifully penned -
and that final verse is universal music to the soul's bidding.
of desire in your being. This is beautifully penned -
and that final verse is universal music to the soul's bidding.
21st Sep 2016 6:52am
