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Being half way around the world from you
I am starting to notice the distance,
that I can no longer brush my fingertips along your
carved up knees, cannot let my arms fold into yours
as if we are an origami swan and being half way
around the world from you I am starting to notice
other eyes and other smiles, they aren’t as blue as
patterned chinese vases and they aren’t as curved as
the dip of the mattress under your back but they are
close enough to reach out and grab (I don’t, but I thought
you should know).
And they let their gaze wonder over sacred places, let their
words tumble into my ear, and I know I could, I could
but I don’t I don’t because -
The butterflies you caged inside my chest do not so much as
flutter and in the roar of traffic, the hum of coffee machines,
a song on the radio, I hear your laugh, low and muffled and
distant but still existing and maybe you smell my perfume in
a bakers, a fruit market, a nightclub and remember that I am at
the other end of a phone line, asleep while you prowl the earth,
the kisses I pressed to your temples singing in the silence sweetly
And they let their hands ripple down your chest, pouring their
lipstick into your collar, and you know you could, you could
but you don’t you don’t because -
You tell me you trust me, on a misty september day
and I swear it is white hot, searing into my skull, branded
on the underside of my eyelids because I keep rereading it
and repeating it until I feel it pulse in my bones because I
cannot forget that there is still another half of the globe,
there is still another end to this phone line as you sleep
while I twirl in dark rooms, keeping my fingers tucked into
fists to stop myself reaching for a fix (quitting you cold-turkey is
making me sweat).
She pouts with full-moon lips and oceanic eyes, telling you
‘she’d never know’
He circles my wrist like the rings of Saturn and gravity is a funny thing
‘he’d never know’
‘but I’d know, I’d know’
And you let the tides drain away, see my face in the sun, become
a planet not an ocean, dictated by a different power.
And I let the atmosphere melt, the rings evaporate, become a satellite
endlessly dancing in complex figures of eight around you,
never quite meeting.
And I know I could, I could, but I don’t
I thought you should know
I wouldn’t I wouldn’t -
because you are my lavender boy, a river in human form.
because you are my sequoia skin girl, a forest whispers in your veins.
And we are a mountain, vines can try but they cannot break,
they can only carve steps but can never
conquer and we remain, we remain
when the world folds itself in half, the stars packed
in the cupboard, the oceans hung out to dry
we remain, we remain
when the sun burns itself into ash, when the moon
eats itself whole
we remain.
Being half way around the world from you
I am beginning to notice the distance,
I can no longer plait your hair between my spider fingers
cannot let my spine curve around you at night like a bracket
closing you off from the rest of the messy sentence of your life,
the terrifying syntax of your sadness and being half way
around the world from you I notice girls with
brown and blue and hazel eyes but it isn’t the same as
liquid emerald and they are so close, scarlet and rose and rouged,
but the stain would stay on my hands like blood and I much prefer
the pale pink of your cheeks, the delicate blush of your lips;
they bend into me like the stack of cards I am shuffling and I could
easily fold (I don’t but I thought you should know).
I am starting to notice the distance,
that I can no longer brush my fingertips along your
carved up knees, cannot let my arms fold into yours
as if we are an origami swan and being half way
around the world from you I am starting to notice
other eyes and other smiles, they aren’t as blue as
patterned chinese vases and they aren’t as curved as
the dip of the mattress under your back but they are
close enough to reach out and grab (I don’t, but I thought
you should know).
And they let their gaze wonder over sacred places, let their
words tumble into my ear, and I know I could, I could
but I don’t I don’t because -
The butterflies you caged inside my chest do not so much as
flutter and in the roar of traffic, the hum of coffee machines,
a song on the radio, I hear your laugh, low and muffled and
distant but still existing and maybe you smell my perfume in
a bakers, a fruit market, a nightclub and remember that I am at
the other end of a phone line, asleep while you prowl the earth,
the kisses I pressed to your temples singing in the silence sweetly
And they let their hands ripple down your chest, pouring their
lipstick into your collar, and you know you could, you could
but you don’t you don’t because -
You tell me you trust me, on a misty september day
and I swear it is white hot, searing into my skull, branded
on the underside of my eyelids because I keep rereading it
and repeating it until I feel it pulse in my bones because I
cannot forget that there is still another half of the globe,
there is still another end to this phone line as you sleep
while I twirl in dark rooms, keeping my fingers tucked into
fists to stop myself reaching for a fix (quitting you cold-turkey is
making me sweat).
She pouts with full-moon lips and oceanic eyes, telling you
‘she’d never know’
He circles my wrist like the rings of Saturn and gravity is a funny thing
‘he’d never know’
‘but I’d know, I’d know’
And you let the tides drain away, see my face in the sun, become
a planet not an ocean, dictated by a different power.
And I let the atmosphere melt, the rings evaporate, become a satellite
endlessly dancing in complex figures of eight around you,
never quite meeting.
And I know I could, I could, but I don’t
I thought you should know
I wouldn’t I wouldn’t -
because you are my lavender boy, a river in human form.
because you are my sequoia skin girl, a forest whispers in your veins.
And we are a mountain, vines can try but they cannot break,
they can only carve steps but can never
conquer and we remain, we remain
when the world folds itself in half, the stars packed
in the cupboard, the oceans hung out to dry
we remain, we remain
when the sun burns itself into ash, when the moon
eats itself whole
we remain.
Being half way around the world from you
I am beginning to notice the distance,
I can no longer plait your hair between my spider fingers
cannot let my spine curve around you at night like a bracket
closing you off from the rest of the messy sentence of your life,
the terrifying syntax of your sadness and being half way
around the world from you I notice girls with
brown and blue and hazel eyes but it isn’t the same as
liquid emerald and they are so close, scarlet and rose and rouged,
but the stain would stay on my hands like blood and I much prefer
the pale pink of your cheeks, the delicate blush of your lips;
they bend into me like the stack of cards I am shuffling and I could
easily fold (I don’t but I thought you should know).
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Her Kiss
Her kiss was a beach breeze -
gentle with lingering strands of hair
on his sandy cheeks
(And that love
ran through their fingers
like sand)
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Romantic Language
Painter,
make me your canvas;
color me
beautiful
from the inside out.
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Soulmate
The sunrises he is always there,
with a cheerful smile
brightening my dreadful days.
Supporting me
when I didn't want anyone to carry me.
Being there
when I felt no one was.
Whispering sweet words,
that calmed my soul and heart.
Even through the downs
you had my back.
Keeping yourself together,
when I fell apart.
You picked up the pieces
of my shattered personality.
Shaping me
to what I am today.
Seeing the changes
and the paths we have taken.
In the time we have had
and what we have accomplished.
I feel proud
to have you by myside.
The nights we stayed home
playing cards
instead of going out,
we had so much fun.
Then the nights we fel
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7/9/14 having two sides of a story is harder to make clear than I expected, hope it is understandable still!
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Oh wow, really loved this, especially on a personal level because my boyfriend is going to be moving away pretty soon! I love how in the beginning to say how, even though they're still longing for the one at a long distance, they still notice others, but they notice that they're not what they want instead of straying. And also towards the end, about the vines not being able to break the mountain but also leaving their mark with the stairs. All in all, very well done, and yes, both sides were clear 
Bravo!
Bravo!