#alleviated

There’s always a risk in letting yourself feel alleviated 

But if you close yourself up to the thrill 

Will you ever feel alive?

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I grace your hair with flowers or flames

Blooming red or burning tenderness

In the secret garden of my mind

I lick the memories of Spring

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You have that taste of Spring

I don’t know why

But you’ve always tasted that way

Like thin fresh air on my rosy cheeks on a late morning

Like a calm and dizzy dream, and

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To the night, we’ve surrendered!

Sanctified our body

Among the cushions and the hangovers

Gave into pleasure

For we are innocent in the eye of the other

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As if we had never loved 

As if we were teenagers

So shy, so scared, so stupid, so pure 

So sexy, so wild, so lonely, so wide, and

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Yet as I’m turning my loving into words, I wonder:

Isn’t funny that a person who is so fond of the world of the wordy

Is attracted by the ones who don’t say any?

As if suddenly

The world opened up to you