LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD

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Dear Little One
I feel you move inside my belly
A smile slithers across my face
I know you are more than a reality
No longer just a far away dream
See, you are now part of me
Ingrained into every blood vessel
Almost painted into my very soul
Your tiny little heart beats
Rhyming with my big heart
Like drum beats under the African sunset
I imagine a time i was alone
Now i feel i am no longer alone

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I WANT TO BE KISSED

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I have heard
The electricity generated between two lips about to touch
Is enough to light the city of New York
That senses disappear
Chain of thought dissolves into blankness
All sense of reasoning becomes perfectly imbalanced
Causing nothing but trouble
I have been told
Nerve endings of lips about to be touched by another
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OLD LOVE LETTER FROM WAR 1

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Dear Clarissa,

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. My heart tumbles over at the thought of you. To think of your kind words illuminates my nights. Ma’am you have escaped with the very essence that is me. Your sweetness gives me calm evenings.

Bright are my mornings at the thought of your laughter. Clarissa my very breath. You have charmed this gentleman’s nerves. Every inch of me yearns for your voice. A voice i long so my heart can’t stop thudding. Your tenderness makes me forget the horribleness of war. Every explosive sounds like a distant dream. Just because your locket sits near my heart.

 

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OLD LOVE LETTER FROM WAR 11

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Dear Bennedict,

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Seasons have disappeared too fast. Your letter is the only life keeping me together. Your absence left me with loneliness. I keep waiting for the door to announce your arrival. I yearn the warmth that was your chest. Tenderness i never experienced in my life. You are my very substance. A song i never want to stop listening to. Bennedict my Amethyst. How i pant for those lips that were mine. Lazy days spent under our Apple tree. Arms that kept me right in my mind. Continue reading “OLD LOVE LETTER FROM WAR 11”