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your scent
leaves me

never!

roses like velvet

intimate dabs
behind your lobes

mischievous drops
behind your knees

penetrate your flesh

as you move, your warmth
leaves a quiet trail

walk now…walk away
so I can breathe you in

deeply…

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I adore you Eva, and always will…❤️

“The Siren Song”

Size: 18” x 24”

Medium: pastels

After experiencing the recent Van Gogh Immersion Exhibit,

I pulled out my art supplies and SHE immersed from the sea…

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cornelis-rage-nsfw:

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or porcelain skin
her hair is dark
her scent is different
her laugh, contagious
she loves to play
she feels at home
in strange places
she’s warm sand
beating drums
rushing blood
eyes filled with fire
—
—x-changes/so-realism

#poetryslutsunited

“the blood moon”

her pumping heart

burning with fire

in search of relief

sucks my tears

and spits them out

from her indigo sky

(I found this old poem I wrote, in a dusty corner frozen in time)

x-changes

carpethedamndiem:

Some forms of metamorphosis require a sudden shift in Perspective.

x-changes:

together…apart

in the quiet of the night

post zoom ceremony

the silage of your

recent passing

WEIGHS THICK!

sticking to me

and my everything

the frozen air

this room

my skin

entering

my moist lungs

my shivering bones

then nesting

into my broken

yet beating heart

confirming

even in the presence

of death

we shall not part

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quaintobsessions:

In the merciful depths of the underworld
your cold hands grip my warm wrists

I merely knelt at the Lethe’s edge
remembering
how I, and you, and he,
and a sky much redder
than a sky should be

when you said
that’s me
that’s my breath

At the indigo hour of a sunlit day
your warm mouth finds my cold skin

I merely rose to the water’s edge
anticipating
how arms, and lips, and tongue,
and a sea much redder
than a sea should be

when you say
that’s me
that’s my blood

We three dove in head first all the same,
drenched, and thrilled, and ready.

I kneel
at the Lethe’s edge
plunged in blessed forgetfulness
up to my wrists

and I remember
the price of prophecy.

apartialvacuum:

Oftentimes, I truly believe we are Soul Sisters…

To Eva with Love ❤️

aboutoriginality:

Happy 4th of July ✌