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SestinaYour hair, so soft, waves gently like a sigh.
It waltzes slowly with the summer breeze.
While with your back faced to the surf, you fall
Into the waves. You soak your skin, you cleanse
Yourself. Your fingers close and they embrace
The foam that bubbles up into the air.
My laughs enveloped by the hungry air.
As waves crash at my feet, I sadly sigh
Like Edna walking to the cool embrace.
The waters welcomed after the hot breeze.
You roll into the waves to try to cleanse
Your soul while out and into love I fall.
Im shaken from my fancy as I fall
Into the surf near you. I gasp for air
And, through the foam, I feel it burn and cleanse
My throat and lungs. I duck my head and sigh
Under the lake. I see my life go breeze
Before my eyes and feel the Cold Embrace.
To watch you from the shore as you embrace
My quiet form- but to my knees I fall.
You feel the gloom, the shadow in the breeze
And search within the heartless, stagnant air.
With what does Aelus reply? A fragile
ConnectionI sometimes want an emotional connection with a stranger. Our eyes will lock over a shared moment and we'll smile and understand. And everything will be okay because in that second I will see my world through someone elses eyes and, for once, it won't be a shattered oblivion but a shared utopian dream.
I sometimes touch just so I can be touched back. I like to feel the skin sliding beneath my fingertips, which are just desensitized enough that I constantly need more. More skin, more feeling to satiate the urge to connect.
To connect, to physically touch and feel, to emotionally touch and find contentment so real and incomprehensible is nearly impossible to put into words. To write down the depth of the desire and desperation I feel seems an obsessive task, but one I undertake in vain.
I want... endless nights and languid days under satin sheets charged by static electricity and passion. I want passionate speech and compassionate thought and laughter. I want be comfortable with myself.
These confessions go unsaidMuscles hard with anticipation, I sit contorted in an iron chair, a subtle pain from years of tension and anxiety creeping into my left leg, crawling its way slowly through my hip, and finally settling into a spasm in my lower spine. I don't even realize how tense I am until my jaw begins to pulsate and my shoulders tremble. One by one, I let the muscles unwind, relax. It takes time, but I let myself ease out of the physical bind and into the emotional one, hoping to pick through the tangle of knots to make nice, straight threads with which I can weave more coherent thoughts. I inhale slowly, breathing in the bitter milky scent of the café.
"I'm not really sure where to start." Lately all my sentences start out like this. I'm never sure. Not certain that I should speak at all, let alone certain enough to know where to begin.
"I mean, there are so many things I've stopped doing." I tell myself I want to look up from the table, I want to look up into her eyes. She looks at me, amber
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More