

Newest of LovesNewest of LovesNewest of Loves
We do not love for ourselves this time, dear heart Neither you nor I know what true love is No, we love in spite of ourselves, playacting Emotions wash over us and we express them Groping blindly in the dark We are playing a game of shadow puppets Making frantic motions in the night
Neither I nor you know what to make of this This sudden rush of affection between us Both know it is more than lust, stronger than friendship Could this be the love we have heard of? Is this what soul mate means, This hesitant brush of hands, lips, and souls


Cry For MeCRY FOR ME Maybe its because I cannot do it that it seems so precious to me. This riotous rush of water down over the ridges of your cheekbones The breath catching in your sinewed throat The heat that causes your face to flame as you hide your eyes against my breast As you clutch me to you and repeat your plea that I not leave.Cry For Me
Maybe its breath-taking because it is something I will never know again. Rivulets of tears will never burn their way down my face. But should they return to me, they will never be as true as yours Will well from anger or pain, never love, never lo
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