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Selfless Soul

CATEGORY

romance

Don't worry my love,

put your burdens on me;

let my eyes be weary as

I am makeup free.

Accept the third degree

whilst you burn all

the bridges to everything

that keeps you unhappy.

Meanwhile I'll wear

that hurt too, for it isn't

worth your fashion sense

being un-pretty.

And don't have pity

on me, as I have seen you

hurt worse; just heal and

don't mind my suffering.

—JG

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		ThePoetess says: "just heal and don't mind my suffering." wow...how very sincere and selfless. Enjoyed! poems by this commentor I Wanna Cum Wetter Than Water... Just Give Me the Dic.tion...
		Hebrew King says: Yes. I’d much rather be selfless over heartless. Thank you! poems by this commentor The Spark Falling-Out My Vibes
		love_supreme says: Excellent write. poems by this commentor Finding Peace The Beginning Im In Love

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Hebrew King

Resonance

Your body, my body,

tangled in a whisper

we can both see.

My body, your body,

wrapped around a voice

we can feel vividly.

Skin to skin,

captured by breaths

refusing to let go.

Our bodies,

entwined with our minds,

immersed in pleasure

through to our souls.

Cerebral Geometry

Her pose was a seductive

illustration,

but I would stall upon

answering the geometric

coordinates of her legs

to map the x, y, and z

of her mind first.

Autumn Shelf

I balance on an unwavering limb.

If I fall for you before autumn

ends,

you will find that my pages are

anomalous.

I might drift along with

my pigments changing with age,

but I will ground gently,

exactly the read you thought I was.

The Only Remedy

Days never found their proper descent,

leaving nights to ignore me.

A relentless hum behind my temple—

my eyes couldn’t settle long enough

to begin to dream.

I wished to be led out of my sleepless

hollow,

chartered on a path back to tranquility,

and then there was you.

My Melatonin—

Standalone Realities

I wait for your words to move

before my mystical brown eyes,

voiced straight at me.

I only hope that’s how my intent

reads,

leaning into me like italics,

shortening our distant reach.

A sweet substitute for

a standalone reality,

until the day comes

when that language becomes we.

The Pace of Us

We move together patiently

Eclipse

I need a break

from this orbit,

so when my words

make love to you

I am the only witness.

Meet me where the sun

won’t mind our business.

Allow me to place my eyes

on your celestial body,

everywhere its glow

won’t make you timid.

Open your canvas wider,

let me brushstroke

each vague thought

you’ve had of me—

to paint them vivid.

The Space Between Syllables

Can you write me a love poem,

and make it not so obvious that

it is about me?

One stanza is all I need,

a lone breath expelling your

softest secret

I’d like to read it aloud in my head

to see if it speaks the same when

I recite it to myself

To see if it makes me feel special,

like my name belongs beyond

the edge of your voice

Posture

I’ve been

bold lately,

no more slanting

my words—

They’re standing

straight up to you.

Every stanza

striking your heart,

landing punctually,

reading gently.

Because you deserve

a voice that presents

openness–

With no apologies.

A Whispering Thing

May I whisper you a thing

or two?

I think about you often,

that’s one.

I am thinking about you

as you grasp this open

secret—

that’s two.

And because the thought

is already there,

I wonder if you think of

me as well—

make that three.