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From my stained fingers
to your paper
                    heart:
let me cover this blinding
                         swallowing
whiteness with blotches of black.
Tell me: can I use this word
             here, or should I place it
here – which do you covet?

             I covet you.

The days roaming violently
outside my blurred windows:
           unnoticed. They must
           sulk back to oblivion –
your innocent streak haunts me.
Into dreams and waking,
I cannot tell them apart any longer.

I seek to cover you entirely with
ink-stained passion. Like I
trace my finger along a lover’s
adorable contours; in the manner I mark
his skin with heated kisses:
                  such do I you.

You are a compulsory-disorder,
teasing me into exhausted melancholia in those
suffocating eternities when my hand
                 stops.
When my mind takes on the blank qualities of
               a mirror;
torture. I cannot touch you
                         fill you
                         fill you with me,
               and then-

                         bliss.


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©2004-2009 ~daeira
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Yes, Romantic. Because I love poetry.
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i love it. yes, because i love poetry too.

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confusion is the door way to thought.
absolutely beautiful.

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moo.
Thank you, for both the comment and fav :hug:

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There is no I in team - but there is tea! And cookies..?
:heart:

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There is no I in team - but there is tea! And cookies..?
:heart:

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Abyssus Abyssum invocat.
I envy you, that you are able to write. I have such a block, not in my head but outting it on paper seems impossible.

This is my favorite part:

I seek to cover you entirely with
ink-stained passion. Like I
trace my finger along a lover’s
adorable contours; in the manner I mark
his skin with heated kisses:
such do I you.


ink-stained passion......


later days.
a compulsory disorder eh.... I like this one. Very dark.

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right back at you. ;)

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confusion is the door way to thought.
YAY! New work from you. It's beautiful. It captures the heat and truth that exists only within the fleeting moments of extreme human passion. Love it.

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