Éloa

you

  • echo

        I was in denial of the fact that I wanted you I wanted you so badly   I could vividly picture the format of your lips making out my name   The shape every creasing and padding of your fingertips   Almost as if I created you myself almost as if you created…

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  • Fly

        When you rub your hands along my side- touch me there baby   Sometimes I feel like I want you to split me open   Lay me atop those sheets they’re smothered in your sweat it’s so soft and succulent it makes me hot darling   Leaves me with fevers licks a white…

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  • chronos, give away your time

        Dear December, all somber in your tone. I will miss you, miss the feeling of you holding me back; it was only a quest you could attain. I will miss you and those smothered marks you left over me. Bruised after three hundred sixty four days, fickle hours, I was built on swallowing minutes.…

    Éloa

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  • musings-

        I get the feeling that I haven’t been putting as much passion into my work as I used to. It’s almost a struggle for me to figure out what to write now. Maybe it’s because I write so often? Sometimes I feel as if I try too hard to write about something or the…

    Éloa

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  • –

        Alas.. the moment is just as suggestive as such your eyes alight in their quest I trace pinwheels against your surface connecting those dots you call macula down onto your bosom chest heaving up in delight you placed a solemn kiss along on my skin and I knew I was yours

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  • erosion

    Do you ever think about it? Do you think about that taste, you ever crave that essence. When I think about it, I feel like dew drops first kissing the desert sand. Miles of rattled dust turning into silt, waters rushing- rustling my skin. I feel on fire.

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  • solstice

                          When that road is cold and lonely look at that sphere and follow it all the way to here trace those map of stars those flashing dots chase that route back to me

    Éloa

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  • peppermint daydreams

      Mistletoe kisses wake me up in the morning streams of sunlight greet me and I open my eyes to plaid presents dozens of bows this winter is cold it’s so frigid darling but your happiness warms my soul

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  • rewind

        I hope you’re still reading this these mundane little messages I send out each and every one of them are for you no matter how hard I try   I find I can’t do anything to erase you and it’s terrible really it’s so tragic thinking of you in all the seconds of…

    Éloa

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  • burning supernovas

      I see you’re being social now I waited for what seemed like eons until you finally showed up again it wasn’t like how we met last time with those two thousand and something forgotten hours misplaced minutes until it cut us down We were only talking just to talk just to feel some semblance…

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  • trickled matter

      What’s in a faces name a kaleidoscope of colors different speeches   I once tried to construct yours tried to map out your features etch that sound onto my tongue   It had amounted to nothing but fragments of stardust trickled matter   It all amounts to nothing in your eyes

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  • inadequate winds

      Where are you during these times I have been thinking of you constantly the winter wind seems to stop for nobody not even us I’m envious of that space vast currents possibly kissing your skin I am missing you terribly

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  • tear

      They love to tear you down try to strip you of your name because you are a gem to them   They are afraid of what you have accomplished your goals set in stone they envy you want to mock you   that is all they live for But you are what I live…

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  • efface

        I’ve gotten so used to missing you I don’t even cry anymore not a sound comes out when I think of you it is like you never once existed

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  • petiole

      I could close my eyes and remember how you looked placed against my sheets   All doused out in blush fluttering pulses blooming hearts   Your sighs a sirens song I would wrap you up with thrills of stings   Kiss you quite mad strike you with slow vile things

    Éloa

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