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Poetry News Post #1477

A Birth

Written by: Strider Machiavelli, Meren's Rising Dawn
Date: Thursday, July 3rd, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


I never understood you
It's tough, you know
That I don't know
Why there's a magnetism
Between our lips
Our hips
Between our eyes
Sometimes it's lies to me
I breathe the falsity, sighs
Prying open the mind to find what binds
Our lives twain tied

Onces in times I fly away
I hate staying for the extra day
Outwear my warm welcome in your arms
It hurts
But harm's the sharp that reminds us of safety
Away to remind us of home's worth

I remember your lips
They taste of your kiss
They taste of her kiss, and my fingertips
And my own bite and my own words
I was never sure why this power,
What this power's right is to excercise
My hands on your back, my lips on your neck
What designs has it to bind tongues
Speaking volumes when words do not avail
Or when they are held at bay

I never understood you
Why you wield such power
Why my eyes are yours, my hands your palms
We meet with eyes and words, sometimes
But always with souls
Why do I hold you so?
Esteemed queen of my thoughts
Owning corners even I hadn't got
I know not
I throw low my arms to affection's sweet lot
The origins of bliss are unimportant
And therefore, I forgot

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Chronos, in the year 338 AF.


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Poetry News Post #1477

A Birth

Written by: Strider Machiavelli, Meren's Rising Dawn
Date: Thursday, July 3rd, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


I never understood you
It's tough, you know
That I don't know
Why there's a magnetism
Between our lips
Our hips
Between our eyes
Sometimes it's lies to me
I breathe the falsity, sighs
Prying open the mind to find what binds
Our lives twain tied

Onces in times I fly away
I hate staying for the extra day
Outwear my warm welcome in your arms
It hurts
But harm's the sharp that reminds us of safety
Away to remind us of home's worth

I remember your lips
They taste of your kiss
They taste of her kiss, and my fingertips
And my own bite and my own words
I was never sure why this power,
What this power's right is to excercise
My hands on your back, my lips on your neck
What designs has it to bind tongues
Speaking volumes when words do not avail
Or when they are held at bay

I never understood you
Why you wield such power
Why my eyes are yours, my hands your palms
We meet with eyes and words, sometimes
But always with souls
Why do I hold you so?
Esteemed queen of my thoughts
Owning corners even I hadn't got
I know not
I throw low my arms to affection's sweet lot
The origins of bliss are unimportant
And therefore, I forgot

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Chronos, in the year 338 AF.


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