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Fine Line In the Horizon

Poetry By: Love Reaper

When the sun sets and the world hums to a whisper.

Submitted:Mar 25, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Stare into my eyes, what is there to see?

Are you blinded by the stale brown that simmers?
In each blink there lies snapshots of hope, you...
And you see it.
How do you pull me out of myself, so gently, without spoken consent?
Here knitted in your fingertips, cradled in your arms, how I've never belonged.
Feelings swarm faster than a dose of adrenaline, yet such a smooth flow.
Heartbeats in sync, will our love be the same?
Listen to the unspoken emotion and weep with joy.
I look at you and live a new life.
Your sexual touch I exceed to crave, but to another level of paradise.
A level so high God himself can't reach.
To hold onto your delicate scent of understanding, to mourn the risk of letting go.
I need not care of the emptiness that follows suit.
As your shoes show their heals I grow weary with doubt, but in this moment, I'll remember the reason to keep living.


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