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rhapsodyinblue45 · 2 years

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every sensual note startles me

with uncontained honesty

I can’t escape feeling enraptured by your voice

solitary melody standing richly beneath

night’s fragile rain

each word speaks

for my lapses

cursed emotional distances I cling to,

steadfastly

you call my name

awakening illusions

from their sleep, soft footfalls betraying my heart’s inestimable. loneliness

your song

unwrapping layers of tulle

where I retreat from cloistered feelings

gripped within utter privacy

a collection of lilies bound

in crepe paper and emerald silk

an artifice meant to deceive

undetected {protected by an insulated smile}

don’t press tooclose

then-

the doorbell in my head answers:

it’s a love story, but substantially

More

windows stand ajar,

thoughts seep through,

your music’s crescendo inveigles me

enticing my tongue’s underbelly into unsuspecting

revelations - enveloped in vulnerability’s cloak;

your aching cloth unsheathes my ancient fear Of being wanted/Of wanting to need

confessional acidity, oh, these sober thoughts

how desperately they reek of perfumed lavender

hazy polar seasons, love’s vibrancy

held fast by frosted clips of indifference

your gravity weighs upon

crystal-slippered thoughts

provoking wonder - will my fingers ever be worthy

of such intimacy

love'sToRy// Rhapsodyinblue45

Confession: I wrote this piece while listening to one of my old favs "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles. I wish I could express my thoughts as beautifully and eloquently and painfully openly as she does.

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4sss · 2 years

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She taught me to love a little more, but carry a little less. Brought my heart a little peace. My soul a little rest.

J.c.A

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whisperinglillies · 3 years

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Love is stored in the way your hands always seek mine / threading our fingers together / as if they were two lovers who could not bear to be apart for too long. / Love is stored in the segments of orange that you feed me / while we sit at the beach / counting the boats on the horizon. / Love is stored in the way we lean into each other, unthinkingly, like two inverted commas / seeking each other's warmth. / Love is stored in the gentle way I hold your name in my mouth. / Love is stored in the goofy notes we write each other on paper napkins, and love is stored in the tiny details you remember about me, and love is stored in every "I saw this and thought of you," and every "I read the book you recommended," and every "I wish you were here." / There is love - an abundance of it - in the way we take care of each other, and in this love, there is tenderness.

-Rupali Jeganathan (@whisperinglillies) • Tenderness

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luna-rav · 3 years

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We can be each other's homes

but when we wound each other,

where do we go?

— Luna Raven (s.a.) "I used to think you were my home, but this home has burnt into ashes and I got nowhere else to go"

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lostinmyreveries · 3 years

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~ Same streets, same scenes, same reveries; losing you was losing me. It’s sad to see our discussions descend into the occasional season’s greetings. Empty promises to meet again, why say words that have no meaning? Still, I miss your name - I miss hearing mine, being shouted through the meadows. But we knew those fields were finite, and we would even whisper curiously about the world beyond. So when your eyes turned to those foreign skies, I knew exactly what that glimmer meant. You left this town, forgot how to dream, and returned with a stranger’s scent。

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queerborealbabe · 3 years

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The dam that swallowed

You told me you were staying at home Lest the landscape kill you On rivers stained by jet skis along these forests burgeoning with machines You could become one of those stories told between laughter and fear

The one of this sporty girl gently sucked by a dam The one of this man who bathed naked swallowed by a seaplane You, you saw yourself dying with your dick in the air A young man who pissed crushed by a ski-doo in these paths where death and love cradle each other To the sound of squads and mooses

But what scared you the most, was inside you Your desire for some men's body here With their frozen lake hockey madness their laughters, huge in the forest You were afraid that this desire would kill you by isolation In a deadly beautiful landscape

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Le barrage qui avalait

Tu me disais que tu restais chez toi De peur que le paysage ne te tue Que sur les rivières tachées de moto-marines au long de ces forêts bourgeonneuses de machines Tu ne deviennes une de ces histoires racontées entre rires et frayeurs

Celle de cette fille sportive doucement aspirée par un barrage Celle de cet homme qui se baignait nu avalé par un hydravion Toi, tu te voyais mourir la queue à l'air Un jeune homme qui pissait écrasé par un ski-doo dans ces sentiers où mort et amour se bercent Au son des bramement de quatre-roues et d'orignaux

Mais ce qui t'effrayais le plus, était en toi Ton désir pour certains corps d'hommes d'ici Avec leur folie de hockeyeur de lacs gelés leur rire énormes dans la forêt Tu avais peur que ce désir ne te tue d'isolement Dans un paysage mortellement magnifique

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heartofmuse · 4 years

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Love me like I love you, always and without goodbyes.

e.v.e.

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rhapsodyinblue45 · 2 years

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"He wrapped his eyes around me as if the world was in black and white and I was washed in color."

I had never known such desire

to be a muse inside another's fantasy

folded between silken sheets festooned

within his dreams . . . I never knew

how the sound of my everyday name

would speak from his true love's lips -

every time he whispered it,

my heart detached from my mind

traversing through time's inception,

spiraling psychedelically

raspberry clementine

infused clouds, this tremendous

profusion of passion

resurrecting words from my soul's

harbor I thought had drowned

in youth's unguarded love

he made me believe

in divine design, two hands

combined in togetherness

sealing our hearts' chasms

in an unbelievability

only

our love could define

Rhapsodyinblue45//I never knew

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4sss · 1 year

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Your eyes. They shine like stars. Seems like I've spent most nights wondering where you are. My single wish come true. For you, I fell so hard. Love, your eyes. They shine like stars.

J.c.A

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themyriad · 2 years

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Feed my insanity.

With love,

The Myriad

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whisperinglillies · 3 years

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What colour is love to you, you asked me once when we were waiting for the last train at the subway station. Love is the colour of your skin, I thought. But the words grew roots in my throat. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't manage to get them out. Because we were best friends, and best friends aren't supposed to say things like that to each other.

I wore that question around my neck for days like a scarf. I searched in ten shops, till I found a glass jar painted with the exact shade of your skin. I filled it with some wildflowers I found on the way home, and attached a note to it. "Love is the colour of your hand in mine." And when I saw the smile on your face as I gave it to you, I thought, "my god, if a blind man ever asks me what a sun rising looks like, I will tell him that this.. this is what it looks like."

-Rupali Jeganathan (@whisperinglillies)

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luna-rav · 3 years

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i may have loved

a thousand souls

yet only you have loved mine

in a world where they see

beauty through the eyes

I dreamt of a love where

I see beauty through touch

I dream of a love that holds on

to what is inside

I just want to love you

bare as you can be

flawed and at your worst

— Luna (s.a)

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lostinmyreveries · 4 years

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~ This state of fractured fate you’ve left me in feels strange. As if yesterday has gone, forgetting that it has left tomorrow still unsung. Yet already, faintly in the future, you’ve now sketched your stranger’s smile. A brief hello, with hollow eyes that follow. Our book is now unbound, the pages flying loose amongst this city. They stick to doors that once greeted us as one. They follow the wind and land in unexpected places. So tread carefully.*For memories are sharper than dreams。

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mayafaryaal · 3 years

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