love poems of late
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I love that morning when I was twenty and had just met someone very important (though I didn't know it) and I walked down an almost empty State Street because it was still early and not at all late—and of course
I could change everything(though I also didn't know it)—I could find anyone, go anywhere, I wasn't sorry for who I was. from Love Alex DimitrovMy body is filled by a summer of lust and I can't tell the difference between desire, longing, and all the sweet speeches love hoards. Something deeper grinds its teeth on metal, mocks and preens in cold rooms where a glass breaks and women wear rich gowns that weigh more than they do. Death mating with Beauty. Night roaring and the cathedral holding its ground against the strength and purring of the wet couple undone by a power only the earth could love. The Small Thing Love Is Linda Gregg
Sometimes I like to lose Man, feels better than a win Sometimes I like to lose Man from Like to Lose Starflyer 59
often, I think to myself: I'm the youngest I'll ever be. my obsession with age disturbs me entirely not that I don't like change, moreso, I have a rather teenage fear of death I'd like to enroll in classes but never take them get right up to the edge and never fall apply to jobs just for the hope of it- never live it never true/never real/never stuck and pigeonholed like my mother was when she immigrated to america and felt like she had accomplished her dreams only to be stuck with a man that didn't love her and people that couldn't hear her and a daughter that didn't know her world I love knowing that my poetry is a cliché I love pushing deep into a catastrophe and letting it run its course- with my heart displaced I love being young and wrong I will never love you more than I love nothing. Twenty-One Esther Hong☆☆☆☆
And he went down, and talked with the woman; and she pleased Samson well. Judges 14:7 A regular voyeur