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When We Kiss
You look at me so softly,
and trace my jawline with your finger.
I take a deep breath and begin to shudder.
You look at me in a way
And I know.
As you move in,
You signal a gentle message to my eyes with yours.
As we softly connect,
I can feel my pulse begin to rise.
We both move in,
And a delicate intercourse between our lips begins.
You are everything,
And I can feel urgency in the way you move,
The way you move deeper in,
The passion with which you tenderly caress my mouth.
I return the kiss,
A symbol of every thought I have of you,
Of all the love I feel for you,
And all the things that I cannot express with my words.
We close our eyes,
And the rest is a dream.
Some days I feel unworthy of this relationship we share
Even though you never call, you always claim to care
I compare myself constantly to your ex-girlfriend
I always wonder when this insecurity will end
I feel like I am doing something wrong and she was for you
Maybe you should have stayed with her and I should just go
Wouldn't you be happier? I think you loved her more
I hate it that this relationship is about me keeping score
I know I could never leave you, but why do you always forget?
I know that I'm in love with you, and that's why I want no regrets
You must commit these things to mind
I just don't want to hurt another time
I don't think I will ever get you out of my system
But now I struggle with self-doubt and depression
I really hope that I'm the one for you
If I'm not... I will not know what to do.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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