Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
u love all sailors
But hate the beach
u say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
u breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
u change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
u love all sailors
But hate the beach
u say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
u breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
u change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I thought I'd post this poem and try to get constructive feedback ;)
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To Know Her
She is who I see and all that I see.
Every minuut with her is a minuut to know her.
What does she like? What makes her angry?
What makes her laugh like no other?
I watch her verplaats and learn her moods.
Her needs, I read like a book unbound.
I study her eyes as they speak to me
When words aren’t enough, when they can’t be found.
Her joy is mine, her emotions verplaats me.
To be what she wants is no arduous task.
To protect her and know her – that’s what I do
So I find it amusing when she would ask:
“How is it that u know me so well?
Sometimes it seems u can read my mind.”
“Nah,” I smile. “I just pay attention.”
I become what she wants and needs, door design.
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To Know Her
She is who I see and all that I see.
Every minuut with her is a minuut to know her.
What does she like? What makes her angry?
What makes her laugh like no other?
I watch her verplaats and learn her moods.
Her needs, I read like a book unbound.
I study her eyes as they speak to me
When words aren’t enough, when they can’t be found.
Her joy is mine, her emotions verplaats me.
To be what she wants is no arduous task.
To protect her and know her – that’s what I do
So I find it amusing when she would ask:
“How is it that u know me so well?
Sometimes it seems u can read my mind.”
“Nah,” I smile. “I just pay attention.”
I become what she wants and needs, door design.