Samantha Belsey

From the outside
you look perfectly apple-like
Rounded and pink
Rosy Skin
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Two angelic figures
sit in quiet reflection
They are mesmerising,
enchanting.
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Forest green
Slick shine
Tongue pink
Sticky long
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In a sonnet you would be desire
I would lust for you: heartache.
In a limerick you would be humour
I would laugh with you: heartache.
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An island of green
Pavement and curb
Lap at its shores
Hemmed in by roof tops.
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Red tulips, cherry blossoms
beckon the honeybees
Softly seducing
Sweet nectar.
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Frantic and gentle
Time wraps happy hands
Round lily white limbs
Waking embers of a dying fire
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Your voice carries softly
In the midnight wind
Heavy lids fight approaching sleep
Hanging on your gentle words.
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I can see behind those eyes
To all the pain locked up inside
To all the hurt that's gone before
The need the want to be loved
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My hopeful heart swells
Rises softly
Through starry skies
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Tear drops like fresh dew
hold your reflection in neat purity
forbidden and untouched
yearning
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You are out of reach
my long arms stretch but
never grasp.
Childlike on tiptoes
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I can not stop it once it starts
it flows out of me in parts.
The words they dissect
scrutinise and sometimes rhyme.
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It's infinite space, stars bulging, floating
Planets colliding, merging brave new world's
It's vast blank pages ready to be writ,
Words wait for creation, solace in ink.
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