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poetry @ the soft shoulder, password tessmess

offsides

sidelines kind of girl
I smear lip gloss on my lips
fake that no one sees

Blind

I turn off the light
in my heart; light a candle
to see in the dark

Atmosphere

Any cloudy night
Truth is the nature of earth
An imperfect sphere

Matter

my sheets are soaked with
sex. night air drifts through
window pushed open. I turn over and you
hold me close and we pretend not to
notice that something serious is happening

No Limit

My love for you is
Early, when birds are awake;
Late, when sets the sun

To the Valley

let us go here now, to the valley of great nothing

here, you said, smiling with sparkling teeth

take my hand and let's explore

so we tumbled down the hill and then what,

did you lose me?

Without a Thimble

safety pins in bed,

sewing with bent needle and

thread red with my blood.

Yoga Studio, Midnight

Yoga studio,
midnight: warm walls, unlocked doors;
nothing here to steal.

Gone For a Walk

How long

have I been awake?

How shines the sun

on me

without you?

I had forgotten what

love is.

I feel now,

like I once did,

what it is

to love you

completely.

Our love is not

a light;

shadows remain within

my heart,

but its earth is

devoted to

the soles of

your feet.

I wash in

your scent.

I breathe in

your chest.

I walk now

through dusky hills,

carrying your voice

on my lips.