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Kristov Dubois Poem
Her body t’is my home,
upon white satin i lay.
She stitches me together,
with warmth and loving gay.
Gazing within her eyes,
reflections of forests and trees.
Fair tressles flowing fancy,
a smile that gives such tease.
And kind words she prays,
gentle, in a whisper.
On these lips i wait,
trembling but to kiss her.
May she never cleanse her cheek,
nor sadness upon her breast.
But love until that day,
held in her last caress.
Copyright © Kristov Dubois | Year Posted 2012
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Kristov Dubois Poem
I spent a lonely night,
in the rapture of your words,
yearning to be enveloped,
in the cradle within your arms.
Drowning in this ocean,
the rain that tastes so sweet,
these eyes so brightly blue,
a fire upon my soul.
Dare not break the darkness,
the light that never seeps,
this void surrounds my thoughts,
my heart it shall not speak.
But through the tides i wait,
slowly wait for sleep'
for you are but a dream,
not a memory, never real
Copyright © Kristov Dubois | Year Posted 2012
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