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Alone at his desk -
his hands breathe fire
and conjure up thoughts
of sweet desire; and things best done
on dirty sheets..
His hands are words
of Strong and True; they echo down the hall
and leave her to shuffle in restless sleep;
A belly ache
of breadth and width
and fingertips of glorious travel
down paths of lovers
long left standing in the rain..
In his hands
he holds her words
for perfect love.
..if only he could see her now..
She sounds them out in hours
and takes her own sweet time crying them apart
to form a single rose
that carries a certain ring to it..
one she misses -
as much as her dirty sheets.
his hands breathe fire
and conjure up thoughts
of sweet desire; and things best done
on dirty sheets..
His hands are words
of Strong and True; they echo down the hall
and leave her to shuffle in restless sleep;
A belly ache
of breadth and width
and fingertips of glorious travel
down paths of lovers
long left standing in the rain..
In his hands
he holds her words
for perfect love.
..if only he could see her now..
She sounds them out in hours
and takes her own sweet time crying them apart
to form a single rose
that carries a certain ring to it..
one she misses -
as much as her dirty sheets.
A Bit of Love
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Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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that one...
That one…
That one girl that you wished for
That one girl that you lived for
That one girl that you’d die for
And the one girl you missed your chance for…
We want what we can’t have
It’s all the same with love
The one that makes you wish you had
The one that makes you cry
The one that makes you love her more
And the one that makes you fly
If you love her more than the world
You should never let her go
Because if she gets away from you
You will never forgive yourself
That one girl that you wished for
That one girl that you lived for
The one girl that you’d die for
And the one girl you missed your chance
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ambivalance
i will never be at peace
as you are
finally
because
i decided to live
even though it goes against every fiber of my being.
i miss you
i envy you
i hate you
but more than anything
i love you.
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