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That feeling of being homesick for another person, not a place.

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The Landing" Oil on Canvas - Created;2025
By British Painter..Peter Brown (b.1967)
I fall asleep in your tornado arms hypnotic like a whirling dervish spinning round on the mattress as this room flips on its axis You hold me like a hurricane our bodies like palm trees swaying in the devastation til the midnight moon tides pull us back together again I wake up to your eyes like storm clouds over Kansas heavy blues lingering with the scent of rain as the sky begins to fall
another rhymeless pastiche about the night moonless and cloudy streetlights bokeh with a romantic blur effect forming halos from headlights and traffic lights the neon stars on concrete skylines the cosmic mirror of what is above is also below Into the Night
startled out of this daydream by your half moonbeam smile a waning crescent these silent yet softer exits into the night that whispers your name like a hum in the wind is this why I linger here 'til dawn? waiting for the sun to rise behind those sleepy eyes bringing me the horizon in a mug hot with milk and honey

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i found a home inside those scars they were maps to distant galaxies and stars you held me like a storm shaking in fear and awe finding comfort in the eye of chaos “but what if i fall?” my doubts silenced by “what if you fly?” your whispers echo of what’s broken being beautiful and finding the sacred in every moment in your gutteral sighs, in your crooked spontaneous smiles, and the day’s first light interrupting every yesterday i found home behind those eyes the muse
The moon is a magnet Everyone's at it Everyone's had it Love is a sadness Love is a madness We are the addicts What are we if we're not in love? What are we if we're not in love? These are the cages, a kiss is contagious It'll betray us all A kiss'll betray us all - Jon Foreman
your tears are my holy water so baptise me again in your questions and disillusionment screaming sacred monologues in my head your fears are an invitation to climb higher beyond this indelible doubt secret oceans spilling over the levys this solitude is a phone that only dials out with everyone and no one to call boundary lines of a soul in season drown me in your righteous self pity watering the gardens in our souls growing flowers in between the cracks where the sunlight glues us back together with gold less than divine kintsugi tell me again what it is you lack and i’ll save you a prayer
every petal plucked like wishes carried by the wind dandelion fluff scattered by a held breath

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Richard Siken "Scheherazade" is from Crush (Yale University Press, 2005).
"and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces"
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tell me about intolerance this reticent bliss you so casually share words fall from your lips like an armada of silver magic ships sailing the tempestous seas of your voice like the sound of water like rain quenching the vast desert of this wingless solitude drenched but untouched by the world and its ways unripened wisdom blooming to soon in ignorance or was it stubborn innocence? vous et mon coeur
the snow falls like soft clichés salting the earth in cold monochrome bleaching the world in winter's white bloom where juvenile angels would kiss the ground without wondering how much weather the sky holds in its measure vous et mon coeur
I'm not looking for Nirvana or God, all I want is that dull ache of hope that rises when your absence bears more gravity than my solitude decant your weary eyes into the grail of my gaze as the silence lifts us gently to her lips if all we are is strangers exchanging glances while waiting for unrehearsed love

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unspoken love languages are the secret to fulfilled heart like someone who stays without being asked or a shared silence between good friends that instinctual response to reciprocate someone else's efforts becoming someone's mirror reflecting their light back to them there are countless ways to tell someone you love them without telling them vous et mon coeur
time keeps on slipping into the future as my heart collects tears from the sun waiting and wading in it's space time to be in love is to lose track time the infinite gives way to moments of bliss where heaven and earth trade places as I've found divinity in his breath
vous et mon coeur