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Six WaysOne way is by holding your hand,
staring into your eyes and never looking away.
Another is by blocking out the entire world
The third is by holding you close
feeling your soft, warm body against me
and freeszing time until we see fit.
letting the world wait....
whilst we spend our days together.
Basking in each others presence
staying close, keeping warm and exchanging vows.
letting the seed of our love blossom in such a way
that Gaia herself would be jealous
of our gift.
and of our love.
One way is by sending you a rose
everyday of our lives.
Another is by stroking from your soft hair to your smooth face...
feeling how true beauty can take a form.
Never letting go
Remembering how empty my life was before you.
and finally saying at the end
that "i love you"
UnderstandingI can't predict our future
because I'm afraid of my past.
I've loved and lost and lost when loved
but never truly losing anything,
because nothing was gained.
Relationships barren because they were not tended to,
hearts broken because they were not cared for
because of fear of the truth,
that I always wanted you
I didn't notice till now the way my knees shake when you're around,
the way that sweat appears, the way the sky clears,
the way my voice shrieks, the way my heart beats.
I never noticed how beautiful your eyes are,
the way you talk, the way you walk,
the way that every care in my world is gone when you smile
I never saw you in the light,
I never noticed it.
I never noticed you,
I've known you for so long,
even longer than I've known myself.
I've tried to tell you how I feel,
but it never works out.
We can never get our privacy,
or I the volume to shout.
Doubt and pride make; my heart inaudible
the voice new and the words foreign
but I've known the
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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