Corey
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CATEGORY
life
He,
he is...
he is as close
to me as my skin
through my pores he
invades
me
awakening
untouched places
marking me thoroughly with his distinctive scent
so I could
breathe only him
endlessly
his
smile my
silver lining for
grey skies bursting clouds
into golden sunshine
​he
glows on me
like the moon and stars
does midnight
sweetfully he accentuates
my life
spiritually moving me
souldeep into him
I
began
and end
with his existence
to
him
I endlessly
belong
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©cj
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Kingqadardwon' says: This is such a great, beautifully, and uniquely written expression... Thank you for sharing.. Keep up the great work |
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2b2b2 says: BEAUTIFUL Capture |
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Corey says: Hi King, I'm happy you enjoyed the read and thanks so much for the kind words and supporting fellow poets! Be blessed! |
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Corey says: Hello 2b, Thanks for taking time to read and show a sista some love. I appreciate it! Love |
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Woven says: Reads like an eternal rapture of love. How beautifully phrased! |
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alexiscoon4135 says: I relate to this type of penetration. This type of longing. Thank you for this beautiful piece. |
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Ms.Toya2 says: Very nice work |
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A lifetime sentence Only they are capable Of extinguishing |
Behind Closed Doors: A Haiku Series #2Black eyes hid behind Rosy colored sunglasses Hope, where there is none. |
InescapableEven with distance Our chemistry still reacts Let's quit fighting it. |
Behind Closed Doors: A Haiku Series #1Though they are silent Their tear trails tell vile stories Of abusiveness |
Alliance...A HaikuI'm your reflection The shadow you can not shake She, who shares your skin |
Awaken Souls...It was extremely attractive blind faith at first sight the way his knowledge flirted with my mind, sharing images of kings and queens who once ruled ancient fertile lands
I understood completely the language in his eyes that spoke of longing for me, to me his stare absorbed the vision of my melanin skin down to the lovely beauty he sought within me gave new meaning to loving the skin I'm in
With his touch came a current through me akin to the river Nile I felt the anointing of our ancestors
Our hearts' beat like African drums as our bodies sacredly bond to the sound of symbolic tribal songs
We became awaken souls committed to each other, |
She and Her Love PoetShe felt the rythum of his verse
Every sensuous syllable against her canvas soothed her inhibition
Eagerness to experience the way wordplay on his lips she could never resist his kisses
Uniquely he chanted over generous curves explored deep in valleys where her inspired warm stream creatively engaged his
He reveled in peaked mountains and laid claim to exotic lands fertile with her desire to be written into the history of his love poems
Cj |
In His Eyes, I Saw MeLove stood before me, Tall and confident. Untarnished, by superficial tendencies birth into society.
Magnificent, in his ability to remain true. Love stood before me, Admiring flaws Of Unique beauty
Without a single word, or Touch
Love stood before me. Reflecting deep desire, that pooled in his eyes ...and I have never seen a more beautiful, reflection of me
Cj |
Bodies...Even though, she could see "for the meantime" lurking in his eyes And her heart recognized his words, "I love you" as a lie
She swallowed them like candy coated truth
Because...
It meant more to her to have anybody's body by her's than to be without somebody
His 'goodbye' was unspoken, but written all-over-her-body
He had cum and gone
And... once again Somebody, had her body And she had nobody
...but her own
cj |
