Couple On Poems - Poems about Couple On

Inspired by pastel art works contributed by: Sergey Sergeevich Solomko Clouds of darkness, obliterating the daylights the richest diamond, merely the sun, Galaxies, of dazzling night sky’s, undesirable pleasures, the sun formed settling beyond the shadows over the river. Wooden ore’s fall over the sides of the lightly weighed wooden boat, two lovers set...

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There they sat on the park bench. Both of their legs draped across the same knee. Their shoulders were at ease, laid back against the bend. They've sat for hours, the few people whom come and gone. With shoes made for comfort, their heel felt the breeze. Faces stretched in laughter, deep wrinkles found their shirt. His arm napped around her, cheeks held up high. She looked up...

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My lips were moist then On lips trembling you felt me Slither feeling you. My lips are parched now On your lips burning I feel Me turn to ashes....

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My eyes were closed then On eyes unopen you felt Me dreaming of you. Eyes are open now In your eyes unclosed I see Me drowning in you....

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Chicago, 2009 Because he works in an office and is white and because she who tans anyway has just returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s not black yet they rustle in their seats. They want to see her hands flick. They want to see if rivers run dark through ivory palms. Martin may be...

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The trees do shine like the morning sun beams There is a humble light that moves as streams To bring a warm, calm feel throughout this spot Where rain surely fell, right here so I thought There are gas lamps that are lit on the poles Cobblestone path is quite wet with some holes And light is reflected off the pathway As...

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Mixed Couple on the Morning Train Chicago, 2009 Because he works in an office and is white and because she who tans anyway has just returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s not black yet they rustle in their seats. They want to see her hands flick. They want to see if rivers run dark through...

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