Intimacy Poems
each time you leave
by Red Brick Keshner
wreathe of words sprout upon doorstep bed
beneath a far-looking moon, whisper to ear
upon footsteps fading, daily gaining near
nestled between gaps of tiles and grout
waiting for mistletoe to be hung again
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Us
by Elisa Martinelli
There is a word
In my head
And it cuts like a sword
Killing me dead.
It's a syllable
That cuts like a knife
When I am not able
To handle my life.
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H(a)unting game
by Elisa Martinelli
I feel your touch
Too light
To harm me
In the dark.
I am a wounded animal
Too afraid
To take its eyes away
From the hunter.
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Skittish
by Oliver Nalder
Something dreadful comes my way,
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?
Or is it even?
Am I just bracing myself forever?
Would you let me come home,
If you had keys to heaven's gate?
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?
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Do not push; parts 1-3
by Betty May Vision
1.
A red button isn’t to be pushed,
and I knew it the first time our eyes met.
I can’t not…..
We talked so effortlessly, instantly familiar.
Like remembering.
I nonchalantly sent you that weather forecast for the northern lights, just to have an excuse to text you.
When I get home I lay still staring into the ceiling, you roll around my mind uninvited.
A solitary ping pong ball in a storm.
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My lover's lips
by Lillian France
Your lips, oh your lips
Your warm soft kiss takes something from me
Cove of a river rushing fast then gently
My body is consumed by the water
Oh, water that gives life
Your taste sustains me
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each time you leave
by Red Brick Keshner
wreathe of words sprout upon doorstep bed
beneath a far-looking moon, whisper to ear
upon footsteps fading, daily gaining near
nestled between gaps of tiles and grout
waiting for mistletoe to be hung again
......
In The Darkness
by Marcus Malkowicz
As I lay in the darkness
Wide awake
Trapped in my thinking
As I feel unwanted
Selfish thinking I know
Desiring the embrace
Though what I lack
The pain it brings
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H(a)unting game
by Elisa Martinelli
I feel your touch
Too light
To harm me
In the dark.
I am a wounded animal
Too afraid
To take its eyes away
From the hunter.
......
Us
by Elisa Martinelli
There is a word
In my head
And it cuts like a sword
Killing me dead.
It's a syllable
That cuts like a knife
When I am not able
To handle my life.
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