if he knew
how i contemplate
-stay up late thinking
string myself along
write a song about it
while i'm sinking
into him
how it all begins
with a caress of wind
a stirring inside
as i close my eyes and imagine
the music we make
-takes my breath away
this rythmn
how it plays me into sunrise
softly moaning
at the wonder of it all
half-asleep
still dreaming
stirring underneath
cool sheets
daybreak spinning
through the room
his song in my head
i wake-
with music on my lips
kissing morning
Please tell me what you think
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I have missed visiting ap and reading all the wonderful and inspiring words of people I admire and discovering fresh new poets and styles - I especially missed following your journey and the beat of your life through your poetry - reading this makes me realise how much so - your voice is like the lull of a favourite tune that you wake to - soft and gentle after a wonderful nights rest - languid and soothing while invigorating the waking flesh
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Lee -
Oh, gosh girl. This inspires me to pick up my guitar and do something. Is something already done?
So lovely and basic. I just love it.
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I was wondering if you played the acoustic? Something P.J Harvey about this piece. It makes me want to play the acoustic...oh...and be able to sing.
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some kind of tune... strummed, blown or stroked? probably depends on the instrument...
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painful
To love someone with such passion & they no longer care.
( my survival mechaninism will not allow me to want someone that does not want me)
Your pain is also their loss.
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