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A Collection of Poems by Rara Avis |
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12-04-02 12 M |
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Beautiful Stranger I want to speak to you, Stranger So I talk to you in my head. I want to hear you, Stranger Words you've never said. I want to see you, Stranger So I shut my eyes instead. I want to smell your skin, Stranger The scent by which I'm led. I want to feel you, Stranger So I touch myself in bed. I want to taste you, Stranger Till my appetite is fed. |
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The Unknown Mourner People dressed in formal attire Just for you.... now permanently retired. My face is pale and lined with tears It is I who live with future fears. No one with whom to share my grief Just this sodden handkerchief. I look at each and every wreath And all the cards underneath. There is mine -- in the corner "Miss you so much -- The Unknown Mourner.' |
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Your Move Pursue me vigorously And I shall be startled, And move away swiftly. Be indifferent towards me And I shall be confused, And move away slowly. Stay calm around me And I shall be at ease And move in harmony. |
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For Always Loved you as soon as we met. That feeling inside is still here. Not a single regret. The warmth of your love The surge of your passion Are mine to enjoy. Captivated by your love I'm here through choice And I choose to stay. |
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Remembering Let me touch your hair And stroke your skin Breathe the same air See you smile again. Let me kiss your cheek And hold your hand See the same clouds Hear you laugh again. Let me savour your wisdom And share your thoughts Smell the same flowers Feel you close again. Let me have no fear To face the day My love for you Will be my strength again. |
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Silent Fantasy We see each other from time to time. No words are spoken. But our eyes always meet Brief eye contact Vet enough to write a love scene. A conversation going nowhere But giving so much pleasure. We try to look away But our eyes are fixed. Too soon we pass And our eyes look away. In shame, no doubt Of our silent conversation Our silent fantasy. |
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My Tears My tears on your shoulder Will soon be dry and no more. As you walk through your bedroom door Will you think of me as she touches you As I caressed you a few hours before? My time with you is my treasure Your mind, your body - my pleasure. Come lay with me tomorrow When I promise to hide my sorrow And my tears on your shoulder Will soon be dry and no more. |
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Untitled She took up her preparatory stance. Twitched occasionally as if in a ritual dance. As gently she squeezed, It hatched out with ease And there was a yelp and a muffled scream. It was bigger than she'd ever dreamed. First slow, then fast. She looked at it aghast. It twisted and turned like a charmer's snake. When will it end--for pity's sake? Everyone marvelled but giggled in fear. Mum's looking for blackheads in everyone's ear! |