Friday, 25 July 2014
Labels:
Christopher Poindexter,
Her,
Love,
Poetry,
The Complexity of Love
Parte Difficilissima
The hardest part
of loving you
is what to say,
what just to do
and when you leave,
it's what I fear;
why should I live
if you're not here?
Sensuum
Tell me everything you can tell me,
tell me anything you think I'd bear,
but I only hear what I want to hear;
show me every inch of you magic,
what's underneath your tunic,
but I only see what I want to see;
bring every kind of meat and mead,
of fruit and wine and leaf and bread,
but I only savor what I will;
stroke wherever you promised you would,
stroke me places no one else should,
but I only feel what I want to feel~
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