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Nellene Mae Cornel Poem
WHISPER
His kisses
whisper love.
I listen
as
his bottled up
desires
flow out.
I trace
those words
slowly
achingly
dangerously
desperately steadfast.
Gasping
Still
he quiets me
hopelessly endearing
in hushed
whispers.
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Nellene Mae Cornel Poem
We have been with each other for a number more than three which is quite well grounded for a relationship as ours.
Do we count the years to guarantee us eternity, or rather regard the conscious events that made and make us one?
I beat my brains out every so often whether your intentions remained firm during the whole time you’re with me.
You tend to lose tender attachment in your behavior seemingly devoid of such ardent passion.
Thenceforth as far as this point, this single thought had
been emplaced in my memory that gets in the
way for me to make up my mind.
There are traces of uncertainty seen on the contours
of your face constantly reminding me if I’d totally
immerse my being wholeheartedly into your possession.
Still and all you create patches of affection here
and there causing me to daydream of roseate
tomorrows in addition to occasional pleasures and
endearment, paved a route destined – a road
to infinity.
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Love is a noun
in the need of finding it,
once found, a verb.
Love is a beast
so wild
haunting on its prey.
Love is a drug
leading to addiction.
Love is a novel
starting at prologue,
chapters follows and
epilogue as closure.
Love is the sunrise
born and dies at setting
to await rebirth.
Love is a catastrophe
leaving an aftermath
of destruction.
Love is a disguise
of melancholic grief.
Love is an illness
that is inevitable
to weaken one’s resistance.
Love is a danger
when the warning sign
is left unposted.
Love is a season
coming then going
in alternates.
Love is a word
defined
when
felt.
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I love thee
for thine mortality
a personage ever so enticing
an imagery of passion
I love thee
that know no doubts
or any monstrosities
as thy love for thee
is breathing of each day,
firm as if the walls of China
I love thee
when thy eyes set upon his
aye from this point in time
I love htee
inasmuch as I love thyself
I love thee
heedless of any rationale
bound towards infinity
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Nellene Mae Cornel Poem
SLUMBERLAND TRIP
Cradled cozily
in bed of cotton candies
colorfully flavored with bliss
I sluggishly
drifted to a repose.
Floated in laze
amongst fluffy foams of clouds
that tasted like vanilla
I felt them lull me deeper
into an abysmal realm
of sweetened reverie.
Drizzles of brown colored droplets
(chocolates)
landed upon my flesh
pacifying me in its tepidity.
Gusts of wind
aromatized by flowers of spring
carried me as it swayed
over valleys and hills
of warm fuzzies
and then
landed me back
to the actuality
that
there aren’t such things in life
only
bittersweet truths
mixed with lies.
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The Attack
You mentally crowd
my deepest thoughts at daylight
my wild imaginings when hours are unholy
until the daring fantasies of the night
You emotionally make
my heart throb
aching to an utmost degree
its every beat
longing for your warmth
to calm its pulsating heat
You are present
in evert corner of my mortality
You have conquered my being
taking me away
from myself
brought me
under your possession
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