He laps her like a loyal dog chained by the guardian of hell, her purgatory – his territory
He kissed me and the Earth started to spin…
You could have just loved me the way that I deserved.
I shriveled up and died of unimportance, in case you hadn’t noticed…
Nothing I love ever makes it home.
Love. Love. What love?
It fits more like a tourniquet
I don’t want any part of it
My eyes met his eyes which awakened parts of my spirit unknowingly sleeping and even now my pulse dances anew…
He looked deeply into my eyes and said he wanted to make love to my sorrow –
So that the eyes looking back would look forward to tomorrow
She tied the anchor to my foot and pushed me off the plank while yelling, “at least you got some good poetry out of it…”
His smile made me whole. His love is a lighthouse in a dark galaxy.
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 
Loving the bow-look you had there…. 😍
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I’ve been thinking about it and I guess I’ll just contribute to your Patreon
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I don’t think you can right now Nick. I paused subscriptions this month due to my father dying. That means my patrons weren’t charged this month under their tier, and I don’t think anyone can join while it’s paused. But thank you for the consideration and the support.
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Oh bless you. I’m so sorry for your loss. I should have been more thoughtful and waited, to think about this some more.
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I just wanted to support your writing and creativity, but I should have much more mindful of my timing
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No worries Nick
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Ok, I’ll come back to you with support, in better times. Stay strong Poe.
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