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There is something

Quite powerful

When you're fucked

In the open...

Beneath the sky,

As you open your legs wide

The moon sees your opening

Before any man's shaft

Make it his own.

When he bites down

On your clavicle

And you bit your lower lip

Staring back to the full moon

As if you're making love with it.

And not this man humping

And grunting in your ear

Calling God...

Blasphemy!

I'm your god at this moment...

There's something peaceful

When you're laid on the grass

And your legs wide open

Your center drenched and filled

Mouth slightly hanging

Your breath catching

And your hands reach for the sky

As you reach a moment of heaven.

And you try and try again.

Because that's where you've been

And not on Gaia's breast

Laid wide open...

For the gods to admire

And believe in.

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Silhouetted the side of your face

Making it glow, golden

Yet I can still see the tears

On your eyes

When i said, this is the end.

The scene akin

To a beloved grave

Hidden beneath

Growing wildflowers

Like an ocean wave

Magnificent, majestic

As it swallows the surfer

Forever unseen.

Goodbye, my dear Jemima

Dearest Eloise

Beloved Pheobe

My Darling Chelsea

Words I've whispered

From long past

Yet as I hear you sob

I could never utter

Goodbye... my most loved

Jiarah.

I've been selfless.

Let this be my selfish wish,

Hope.

I hope you never find the love

I give with anyone else.

I hope my eyes haunt you

In every eyes you gaze...

I hope my laughter

Is a note you look for

In every timbre of her laugh.

I hope you are loved.

Just not in the way

We've loved.

Just not in the way I did.

Maybe then, it'll hurt

A little less.