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Anticipation

I have a capacity for love

that stretches every time he makes me

a dust-mote in the iridescent

ocean of eye-light.

I’m suspended in time and in

place, yet I swell.

I know I could grow forever,

glittering like amethysts and pearls before swine

until I puncture the universe

and leak out in increments

through the stratosphere.

He makes me stop breathing

and still go on

-heedless, regardless, relentless-



I could suck the stars dry,

but until my lips touch his

I’m only this:

The air you hold in your lungs too long

before your first time flying.

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  • lilangelsnemesis gold member
    October 8

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    This is a beautiful piece. Definitely worthy of the title Exceptional Poetry. I felt I was flying with every line, the imagery was that great.

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  • kay772
    October 1
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    I dont exactly understand this poem Im sorry. It doesnt really speak to me in the way i was looking for