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poetry about love
love: untitled (grass soiled knees)
Grass soiled knees,
Your entity in my hold,
Love smothered
By woolen jackets.
Yarn twisted in my hair,
Watching the geese depart.
Leaves move
On a gale of ambitions.
Dance with me
On the shingles.
Dance with me until
We are married by the earth.
Melting the mileage off our socks,
The doubt off your lips.
Telling everything
We never imagined.
Never stopping to gasp for air,
Laughing,
Fiddling with chastity,
Only exalting.
Again and perpetually,
Our life, in it's only form,
Your hands speak, I love you.
A fleeting look, my daylight.
--emma bryce
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