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Things I Say

On What Remains 

Now the unbreakable bond 

Linking some destined hearts

Under the mound of things

That could tear all else apart.

Was still strong and holding

Together what it must

Connected to a future time 

While what remains adjusts. -ria


On Potential 

Under the weight of it

Braced in the middle 

To enhance the balance 

Without the trembling.

Always pushing upward

Into the unknown regions

Of our greatest potential 

That’ll be worth remembering. -ria

On Nothing To Hide

It was risky behavior 

But he didn’t really care

They had both been honest

Before she invited him there.

He was patient and protective

While she waited to decide

If he was actually so sincere 

That she’d have nothing to hide. -ria

On Just Recalling 

When the days are hot

And the nights are short

He thinks of her often. 

Not in an obsessive way

But just recalling yet again

The finer details of last time. 

She had been the very first 

And possibly a good reason 

For his renewed enthusiasm. -ria

On Loving Surrender 

He had his hooks in her

She did not try to escape 

But adjusted within instead 

In order to create space.

The place where they joined 

Would always be tender

And much more delicate

Was their loving surrender.  -ria

On Meaningful Things 

She never liked small talk

And preferred conversations 

Which required taking the route

Of least frivolous interactions. 

There were meaningful things

That hearts and minds will hide

Behind the very decayed facade

Covering variations of pride. -ria

On Every Little Thing 

The general idea right now

Is to implement proper plans

So that before things change

There would be preparations.

Since it would be very late

To begin amidst the drought

Trying to fix every little thing 

That could have been sorted out.  -ria

On The Sweetest Blend 

Sliding his hand up her skirt

She held onto his wrist

Since she been expecting 

A moment such as this.

While the energy passing

In between them constantly 

Was like bolts of pure passion

In the sweetest blend of honesty. -ria

On Parallel  Parts 

Outside of the idiosyncrasies 

What was accustomed to being

For the most part ignored

Not much more could be seen. 

If anything was ever revealed

It was never from deep inside

Only the very parallel parts

Which had no desire to hide.  -ria

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