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Love AbstractFrom conceptual to concrete:
A taste vile and bitter
Or tender on the tongue.
Consider theoretical to tactile:
Smooth, solid surface,
Gritty and deteriorating,
Or ductile, supple.
Philosophical to tangible:
A smell sulfuric and suffocating,
Filling the nostrils,
Choking the lungs,
Or pleasing and brisk
When opened the window.
Love has an imposing posture,
Clean cut, strong-jawed,
But with soft eyes and gentle hands.
She is slender and slight,
But her beauty draws all attention,
And she keeps it with incandescence.
Love sings so the heavens may hear
And with such emotive expression
That we are stricken
With perfect pitch,
And melt
To vibrato,
And chase its accelerando.
Overwhelmed so, tears spring from our eyes.
We laugh, and plead for its return—
Legato,
Diminuendo.
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Shadow LoveIf I could have any power at all,
it would be to stop loving you,
to demolish the webs which bind me
to this land of shifting shadows,
which scuttle around our moments
and morph our embracing outlines
into hideous shapes.
This wasn't what I had hoped for at all.
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LingerSmoke like in the movies:thumb215693355:
A cigarette always in hand
Filling your mouth and lungs slowly
Escaping in thin lines
Smoke like a ghost
Slipping through fingers
Unable to be touched
Nothing but a smokey haze
Smoke like you
Never something to be grasped
Just a presence sensed
A lingering aroma in the wind.
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Piano HandsThe never ending battle of left and right,
A haunting melody throughout the night.
Sly treble that ducks and weaves,
Heavy bass trudges on with steady ease.
This fight is neither lost nor won,
For it is simply "done"
And all goes quiet.
So until chords are struck and keys are played,
Silence will now pervade.
And so we wait, and wait some more.
Until piano hands do wage war.
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