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Love?Why is everyone nowadays so mechanical? After a string of dates and reasonably good conversation, it's a relationship. After some sex and arguments, it's over.
No one is in love anymore. No one can stay up all night thinking of 1,000,000 reasons why they love their partner. Stare at them while they sleep, counting their hairs, their pores scattered all over their skin. Smelling the scent their being exudes. Everyone is cautious, keeping a bit of themselves in a vault for safekeeping. Don't give it all or you'll lose it far too soon, they think.
Truly in love, just the thought can bring you to tears and distort the world around you. Until yo
My Seasonal LoverEach cloud that streaks the pale blue sky
Sends rain that greets awaiting plains
Millions of me fail sans one or two
That may likely land on you
I shine by day to light your paths
Come dark of night the stars assume
My hope that you might one day see
The hidden beauty that is me
Send me flames red as fallen leaves
Awaken me in the bloom of your embrace
Numb my pain like the first fall of snow
Yet leave a trace before you go
Until you return, my seasonal lover.
Angel in the TapestryThe silken cloak adorns your face
Though fraying at the seams
Beneath your eyes so boldly traced
A paradox of sullen dreams
In tongues we speak
At day we sleep
The summer night stands still
Your whispered kiss
My wintered soul
Your broken beauty makes me whole
So take my heart to mend your own
Your madness frees my mind
Let me taste your tragedy
The numbers never cease
Shallow passion piercing deep
Your halo, dear, is mine to keep
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More