It gets closer and closer
An end to one year
Without you, my dear
I think of you everyday
Some days grief brings
An abundance of tears
Healing is slowly
Mending my heart
The past has turned
Yellow pages
I will have to build
A life of my own
Until I reach
A heavenly place
Come closer—
close enough that the air between us
forgets where it belongs.
I want to feel your warmth
answer mine,
your heartbeat finding its rhythm
against the wild beat in my chest.
No distance.
No careful words.
Just skin near skin,
breath tangled with breath,
and that dangerous silence
that happens when two bodies
already know what they want.
Your presence is a slow fire,
a pull I feel everywhere—
shoulder to shoulder,
chest to chest,
my body leaning into yours
like it has been waiting
for this moment all night.
Hold me until the room disappears.
Until the only language left
is the way we move closer,
again and again,
as if gravity itself
has chosen us.
Tonight,
let our bodies speak
in the deep, trembling language
of heat, hunger,
and wanting to be
as close as possible.
ideas thought of
become reality
flying cars?? really........
When i'm all alone , i wish someone could wrap me up and take me home, to somerset's green hills,the roads i used to know, even when things were hard, its where i long to go. The home was dark, so deep so raw, but i'd give the world to stand once more upon that shore. To breathe the same air, to feel the same ground, even the bad parts there feel safer than this town now. People say you shouldn't miss a place that caused me pain, but home's not all sunshine , it's where your roots remain. I'd trade these miles of distance , and this lonely space, just to be closer to that familiar place. No matter how far iv'e roamed , or how far ive come a part of me will always be back at home, or there within the hills. I'd grit my teeth through it all again, the good , the bad , the unknown , just to be where i belong, just to be closer to home. Even the broken home is the place i hold dear. No matter the miles, or the scars i have known, i'd give everything just to be close to home.
The enemies talk, and receive applause
Their repertoire stays the same
Only it’s getting a little bit worse
A step shorter towards the end game
The funny thing is that all understand
We get closer to animals the humans wiped out
The UN may express the best worry they can
May organize the grand meeting about
But it’s obvious, not only to the masterminds
That the point of so called no return
Has already been passed, and no one could find
The alternate route to take on
We are undergoing involution
For quite some time, since the World War 1
And actually, it didn’t end with solution
That exactly states what was won
No rational reason explains how on earth
We’ve come to this state of affairs
Was it written in genes since the first man’s birth?
I’ve no clue, I guess nobody cares.
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Closer
The air breaks heavy with want,
your body arched against mine,
our breaths tangled like fire and smoke.
Every inch of you is mine tonight.
Your wrists straining against my hold,
your back curving beneath my grip,
your cries breaking every sound before it escapes.
And still, I feel every shiver, every quiver,
your skin alive beneath my hands,
your body responding to my relentless
weight,
I press into you, harder and harder,
and your moans spill like fire into my
mouth.
Your legs wrap around me, tight and
unrelenting,
your skin slick with heat and need,
I drag you deeper, mark you where I want,
and the sound you make is mine to take.
I take the parts of you
that no one else will ever know,
and I brand them with my heat.
Even your silence is mine to command,
and still I want more
I pull you harder into me,
your body trembling beneath my hands,
every gasp a surrender I claim.
Every inch of you belongs to me.
somewhere between taking and giving,
between your breath and mine,
the night remakes us both-
not yours, not mine,
but something neither of us can escape.
Look into my eyes
Love to emphasize
Heart sincere
Love preservers
Having no fear
I want to hold you tenderly and close
Expect more than flowers
Together for hours
Every sip of wine being our love over the years
Every lifted wine glass highlighting our inspiration
Ultimate evening of you and I
Honor and pleasure of your company
Come close, closer
Romantic kiss and embrace
Lips to yours
I love you
Now and ever before
Affectionately and Deeply.
“Have you ever seen
a human heart?
It looks like a fist
wrapped in blood.”
It does, and I have fallen
deeper in love
with the acting
of Clive Owen.
I will learn to live
closer to my close
with myself and those
I welcome
into my intimacy:
the teachers I laugh with,
the sisters whom I cannot
comfort other than
through words
in a flat phone call.
The film ‘Closer’
unnerved me
in college,
before I knew
the primal nature
of romantic relationships.
The tearing dynamics
of cutting conversations
were relentless,
and right in front of me.
I am not Margaret.
I am no longer
“grieving over
Goldengrove
unleaving.”
I don’t come to
all sights “colder”
but it is not
Jennifer
I “mourn for.”
Let’s see that cute little nose of yours
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Each step you take before my eyes
sets my restless heart adrift.
The world bows softly to your rhythm,
and I draw my breath from your presence.
You addressed my name — gentle, effortless,
a smile like dawn across your face.
The sound enfolded me,
a whisper I feared would fade.
Your hand found mine and the earth tilted,
a pulse skipped, tangled within my ribs.
Blood surged like sudden flame,
my gaze held captive by the curve of your lips.
I clutched my chest,
to cradle that wild, racing beat.
Each thud beneath my palm
asked softly if I could remain unchanged
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legs tap-tap-tap wood~
old wizened spinner whispers:
Sweet child, step closer…
Father
You are closer to me
Also the moon that you
Made that shines in
The you made
Is also closer to me
Also the moon light
Is shining on the water
I already walked
By the lake
Ontario this evening
And of course it was cooler
By the lake
This evening
Because we are having
A warm Summer night
That takes our breath away
We know that nobody else
Does it better than God
Stalked all their life
Stained by a crime not committed
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated
Probation was for those in need of reformation
Not those who already good behaviour
But any chance to stereotype
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible chains of oppression are locked in and secured
A way to surveil those who now walk in the light
Constant checkups, now a normal routine
Having to ensure their record is squeaky clean
Being suffocated by the fear
Of breathing wrong
They'll do anything to keep us behind bars
Freedom they promised, yet freedom we haven't received
Being watched doesn't equate to being free
Especially when we still hang from the trees of your critique
You can't claim slavery ended when we are still slaves to your constant surveillance
Not when incarceration is used as a way to keep us hidden
Not when we live a life of normalcy
Yet are still followed
By the law that claims to help
Yet shoots us as soon as we open our mouth
You can't claim it ended when we live under the power
Of the white man
A calligraphy, a veined post-script
for the rusty sheen of mortality.
Behold the dying and the replenishing,
the glory of the shedding and investing.
All this upon a forest floor.
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