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I'm all curled up in the scent of you
And the way it hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
It's your sweetness and warmth
And the smile in your eyes
The set of your mouth
And the fall of your hair
It holds me when you're far away
Gathers me up and keeps me still
It's your whisper
And the crook of your neck
The curve of your arm
And your measured breath
I'm all curled up in the scent of you
And the promise that hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
And the way it hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
It's your sweetness and warmth
And the smile in your eyes
The set of your mouth
And the fall of your hair
It holds me when you're far away
Gathers me up and keeps me still
It's your whisper
And the crook of your neck
The curve of your arm
And your measured breath
I'm all curled up in the scent of you
And the promise that hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
Literature
Responding
Your elusive smile made me wonder,
If you believe I missed you at all.
It's like the inches between us,
Just a little too far for you to feel the aching of my heart.
But the kiss that swept me unprepared,
Made me realize just how much you miss me,
How much your smile hid,
And how my love will always respond to you in return.
Literature
autumn
she kissed him with paisley lips, a sugar coated tongue and a stomach full of swallowed lies.
her sweater was laced with the essence of september and donned a single missing button.
his eyes were blue like stubbed crayons, littered with stray flecks of grey and black. and his lashes pulled in her gaze and tugged on her heart as
they swung towards the night and
there were no stars.
she had feet clad with rubber sandals and she fell for more than she slipped.
the temperature dropped and
that night
so did a few glass hearts.
though his dreams fell out the back window, last night his prayers were knotted into the clouds.
she kiss
Literature
You and I,
we're a stunted little paragraph blowing in the wind,
full of maybes and we could have beens.
We're winter nights dancing through the sky,
dreaming of warmth and summer, burntskin sunscreen.
We're fruits hanging from a tree,
ripe with promise and fearing bitter seeds.
We're dripping photographs in darkrooms waiting to become something beautiful.
You and I, we're not fancy like fireworks. Sparks
are the little lights that dance between us when we smile.
Sparks are private things and they shine more prettily
when no one else can see them except you and me.
So when I write poetry about us,
it won't be about mountains and kisses
and
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This is quite nice. The structure is good, solid but not rough.